[Critique Group 2] FW: poem for critique 11-21-22 group 2

[Valerie Moreno]

poem for critique 11-21-22 group 2
Our body is not made of iron, our strength not that of stone. Live and
hope in the Lord and let your service be according to reason.
-Clare of Assisi
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Original Message: 
From: Valerie Moreno <spiritwind at pmpmail.com>
To: spiritwind at pmpmail.com
Subject: poem for critique 11-21-22 group 2
Date: 
Sun, 6 Nov 2022 01:16:10 -0500

Doors

Doors open
doors of light
streaming sun
the color of 
joyful innocence

No need for worry
run and chase golden
dreams
laughing at summer rain

Doors left ajar
hearing someone giggling
about you
not knowing you're listening
trust cracks like old paint
revealing deceit

Doors close
on bitter wind
aching bones and heart
hurt creeps in 
underneath tearing sound
of disillusion

Doors hide
protect
remain so until 
resolve returns
and I choose to 
turn the knob
to push it wide
when I am ready

-Valerie Moreno
Our body is not made of iron, our strength not that of stone. Live and
hope in the Lord and let your service be according to reason.
-Clare of Assisi
______
spiritwind at pmpmail.com