ObsessionA Poem by CourtniReneeMy greatest flawI am obsessed with open doors. What is waiting, where could it lead, what endless sunrise is pouring through the threshold? I am driven by need, and greed, an incessant desire to know what salt washed ocean has worn seashells into dust. Has frost etched his fingerprint on the end of season roses? I must keep moving for what would become of me if my feet root into the ground? Sparrows will nest in my hair, spiders will weave in my ears, bark will crawl over my winter-chilled skin, and I must not be still. I am obsessed with open doors. Don’t you know there are mountain tops buried beneath the sea? Don’t you wonder where they came from? Were they ready for the water, when it crashed over their peaks? Have you ever considered the pearlwort? It paints sunshine across fields of ice, where no one holds breath for its bloom. I must go to it, for what would become of me if my bones set into place and my eyes shuttered closed? My skin will rust and my joints will harden. Will I grow accustomed to dark? I am obsessed with open doors. I must go through them. On the other side is tomorrow and I cannot wait for it to arrive. © 2019 CourtniReneeReviews
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StatsAuthorCourtniReneeSpringfield , MOAboutIf I know nothing else, I know that I am myself, and that is enough for me. more..Writing
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