Open Doors

Open doors
I have never been here before
I hit the floor which leaves me sore
And, then the rain pours
I absorb the appending tidal bore
I am frozen to the core

The vapour evaporates off the floor
I lie like a dinosaur that has been here before
These six days of war makes me feel like a sycamore tree which has eventually been freed
Even with its falling leaves
I believe and not grieve
I retrieve my sick leaves

I weave my broken leaves and hide them under the eaves
I feel relieved
As I retrieve the preconceived ideas of my life
I discard their might and continue to fight

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About Rosie Burnham

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