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Doors, windows, all nailed shut An overgrown lawn that hasn't been cut In over a year, or maybe two That's how long its been Since I last saw you. I walk on your porch Cautious that the floorboards don't creak Remembering you makes my heart weak Because the time away from you Has added years to my heart And I really don't think that we can be apart So I gather my strength, my hands start to shake My fists squeezed so hard that my fingernails break I clench down my teeth, my confidence is high The more I wait, the more this plan goes awry One more glance at my feet, and to myself I agree I know once I knock my past is behind me I raise my arm and knock on the frame And realize that there was nothing to gain For when opening the door, it seems it was never blocked The door, this whole time, has been unlocked.
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May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 4:03 AM UTC
Coming Back Home
Doors, windows, all nailed shut An overgrown lawn that hasn't been cut In over a year, or maybe two That's how long its been Since I last saw you. I walk on your porch Cautious that the floorboards don't creak Remembering you makes my heart weak Because the time away from you Has added years to my heart And I really don't think that we can be apart So I gather my strength, my hands start to shake My fists squeezed so hard that my fingernails break I clench down my teeth, my confidence is high The more I wait, the more this plan goes awry One more glance at my feet, and to myself I agree I know once I knock my past is behind me I raise my arm and knock on the frame And realize that there was nothing to gain For when opening the door, it seems it was never blocked The door, this whole time, has been unlocked.
A poem I wrote after me and a lost love reconnected. Interpret it into your own life, take from it, meditate on it. Maybe a door you thought was locked has been wide open this whole time.
ximri
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May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 4:03 AM UTC
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