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Soul's Slam





Intent~
beneath rusted hinges,

yellow, red, black, white
prayer clothes, draped


Fear~
opening
so Hope’s butterflies escape
to bat themselves against hot light

buckled, warped
wood of sapped strength
slumping salty with tears

I slam old doors.





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37 words, simple background, no pictures.

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  • Blue Rew silver member
    February 16

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    Facing the negativity and shedding the regrets, guilt and all other "robes" of descent...
    That is what lingers after the read. A strong vision, a personal feeling and one I am thrilled to see addressed in verse. Blue : F

  • Melissa Gayle gold member
    January 28
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    Its your ending line that did it for me.