Thursday, December 27, 2012

a day after

in this one troubled, distorted and damaged world,
the door is jammed and rammed right tight
and i ache and long and hope in this wet and cold dark,
straining for footsteps from somewhere else,
for the jangling and rattling and clanking of keys
and a crack of light,
wild and fierce for the hope from the outside that can spring me out. . .
and if i still and turn and listen
there it is:  the creaking of the door wide open. . .


thank you!  ilysm!  i know you know it!  ♥ ♥ ♥  

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