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Grab a cup of tea or coffee (oh what the heck, get a danish too!) and sit a spell. You might want to grab your notebook and pen because you never know when you will be inspired to write down a quote, or jot down a poem of your own. Words are like that, they take you on a journey and the next thing you know you are breathing life into your own magical world of words.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

The Doorway



My hand against the door my fear grew
waiting, wondering, daring I blew
my heart dances my feet of glue
my head pounds are my fears undue
I push the door, hoping for a clue
I close my eyes as I step through

I stand and wait, I fear to tread
holding my breath, wishing I fled
the tales are false for I have bled
I turn not to dust nor to lead
I look to heaven but I'm not dead
there really wasn't anything to dread

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4 comments:

  1. An other lovely, Morgan, and I especially admire the twist of it.

    Karen

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    1. Thanks Karen. I greatly appreciate you stopping by.

      Peace,
      Morgan

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  2. this was a beautiful poem! Thanks for sharing!

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    1. Thank you Jessica, I appreciate you stopping by.

      Peace,
      Morgan

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