Door
I am a door,a vessel
that floats on shore,
open or closed
my heart is soul
and I have ancient eyes
that see
despite the clouds,
the shroud of minds.
I am a door
a vessel
on an open shore.
I am a leaf
from the book of life,
the way my body twists
is the key that I became,
seeking a room
a place to be.
I am knowledge,
yet still so ignoran,
I am the curve
that leans and learns
and turns the lock.
I dwell at the end of corridors,
the one painted blue
the other
unvarnished
the bareness true.
I am the load
divested
at the end of the day
I am reached
in the impenetrable
gloam.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2016-07-29 at 12:30
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