Crumbling Walls, Open Doors

A gentle wind stirs the debris,

carrying the echo of laughter and lost dreams that shatter

reminding us that every broken barrier matter

harbors a doorway waiting to be discovered.

Ruins too Turn to Roots

Here, in the silence of decay,

faded murals of once rigid beliefs dissolve

into bursts of wild ivy and tender green.

The scars of stone, worn out smooth by time,

become the canvas of righteous crime

transforming pain into a gentle invitation

to step into forbidden freedom.

n this space between past and possibility,

the remnants of despair are transmuted

into the radiant promise of open doors

Oh crumbling walls and open doors

the quiet ruins of a former fortress,

each brick gossips memories of confinement

and now they tumble into the soft earth