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These days
I don’t linger
In front of doors
That won’t open
I used to just stand
There
Forlorn and small
Wondering why
Nothing worked
But it’s starting
To make sense
You see,
I asked god
To only open the
Doors
That led me
Back home
And it’s true
That all paths
Lead home
But i have this fire
In my heart
And this voice
In my head
Of an ancient
Wayfarer
And nothing is wasted
The north star
Glows within me
And I might turn
A knob
Jiggle it
But I’m so fast now
That you can’t even
See me
Like gears
Locking in my soul
I won the video game
And unlocked
Free play
And I have this feeling
That I don’t need to
Turn another knob
That the doors
Will open for me
From now on
About the Creator
Moyana Gebhardt
Artist of life, oracle and friend to the spirits, Beloved, thinker, feeler, misfit, seeker of truth. Self published author. Neurodivergent. Mother of 4. At a crossroads. Anima mundi:: linktr.ee/moyana
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