the open door

the open door

A Poem by chaotic katie

I see my life through an open door,

memories shattered,

like glass on the floor,

when I want to give up,

when I can’t take much more,

I’ll get up and fight,

Even when the end is in sight,

I’ll get up off the floor,

And walk straight out that open door

© 2013 chaotic katie


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i like this. good job

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Added on January 19, 2013
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chaotic katie
chaotic katie

Canton, OH



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Greetings darling writers, allow me to explain a bit about myself. I started writing when I was 13 and fell in love with it. Over the years I have won 2 awards for it. I keep most of my old works pos.. more..

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