untitled on purposeA Poem by ashkatthe closet has no air left in itMagic hands Magic doors Open wide and splayed Broken hinges Trapped fingers In and out so many times The door broke Splintered into a million pieces The should I stays or should I gos Replaced with should I say or stay? To emerge is to be reborn To stand still is to remain broken, alone, forlorn Answers seem so simple in essence But the opposite is so often true: To make the change, and be who you are Is the most difficult thing you can do © 2018 ashkatReviews
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1 Review Added on February 14, 2018 Last Updated on February 14, 2018 AuthorashkatUnited KingdomAboutMostly nonsense and mind vomit. The shyest scribe, The pen in the swordfight more..Writing
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