these birds warble, of the lies i knew coming,
Sooner or later the dam will break, but whose terms will it be on?
Death will select your door to knock on.
A mysterious little rhyme.
What if there's a door that's always sitting there. The surface is bare.
Read. (btw had no idea the daily prompt was door)
The prompt "realization" and "dreams" suggested by @helensink.
Our world was built believing success was more important than everything. Not even happiness, the biggest strive to keep us going.
Things are about to get serious.
Everything is the same as before I'm staring at the wooden door
Sometimes, I'd peer around the doorframe like a ghost, caught mid-step, my movement sudden like the dashed tiles beneath my feet
The poem is about how hard it is to regain trust.
Do we have the courage to walk through that open door?
Something serene for today! Hope you like it :)
depression is hard to fight or even put into words
The fourth and final part of my series! A sad poem based on the song “Close the Door” by Beth Crowley. This song is especially beautiful, true, and sad.
- Roman god of beginnings, gates, transitions, motion, time, duality, doorways, passages, frames, and endings. (phew, many things indeed)