Door


The door had slammed in violent thud
between your heart and mine,
and handled holding could not help;
division was defined.

I felt the splintered panelling,
which drove between our minds,
and knew that it had ended;
the past was left behind.

And yet my hands kept holding,
the key to break divide,
and love sat silent, waiting;
until you did decide.

Such barriers between two souls,
cannot be changed by one,
and each must seek to open doors;
new lives are thus begun.

The days of patient waiting,
can turn to months or years,
but when the lock is turned by love,
there is no time, no fears.

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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3 Responses to Door

  1. Irene says:

    Much wisdom in your lines.

  2. margo roby says:

    I do love the feel of reading classic poetry, when you write with a defined metre.

    Nice header image, too.

  3. Pamela says:

    Really nicely done, Ross.

    Pamela

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