Way Opens
When closed doors mean there’s only corridor;
way opens.
When evening finds you barefoot and vagrant;
way opens.
When faith is blown out like a birthday candle;
way opens.
Let go of doorknobs,
depression
and dreams,
chimera,
oppression,
and schemes.
Let the way open.
Lisa is host for D’Verse Quadrille (44 line poem) challenge #120, with the prompt: way. Find out more about how to participate here.
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Beautiful and wise. You chose the perfect image to go with your poem ❤
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Thank you! I thought this was the quadrille for 2.8 because when I logged in , I saw this posted, I’m glad I did even though it was last weeks. This poem has the advice I myself need right now.
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