Long ago
we lost ourselves
perhaps forever
two seeds in the bottomless basement
left climbing-
our uncertain ideas against gravity
changing
waking
dying to survive the climb to the top of the stairs
where we were blinded
by the bedroom eyes we never knew we had
finding ourselves
blinking in full bloom
like the picture on the side of the package
at long last, alive.
Author notes
...it would be just a clear empty house. Our home is who we are, it's the journey to put color into our lives and each other into our hearts.
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- Bedroom Eyes by zochit2me.
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Comments
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good flow. nice poem.
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