Do you remember?
There used to be a door here
Its frame is etched in my brain
My hands retain the memory of opening it
Over and over again
There used to be a door here
A way of letting light in
A way of letting myself out
The air on the other side smelled of summer cherries
With eyes closed
My hands search for the slightest crack
For signs that would reveal the hidden frame
But there are none
In my dreams
I can still find that door
I smell the summer cherries
But I cannot see
What's on the other side anymore.
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Wow, it’s almost like that side is within reach but no matter how hard you try, you just can’t get to it. It’s a physical and emotional barrier. Beautifully stirring, I relate to this. ❤
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Many thanks, Lucy!
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Beautiful said: “A way of letting light in/ A way of letting myself out”. Thank you for sharing wisdom and beauty!
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Thanks for the kind words!
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An invisible barrier that can never be crossed. Well written. 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
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