HOME:::
She kept buying houses.
No house could build for the walls she held up.
So many doors, to many people left and came.
Her views were windows.
pain could hold in. Lines remained the same. Some came across.
The candles continued to dim. Internally she was lost.
She searched for light.
Dark hallways, paved drive ways covered of cracks.
Colorful paintings hanging by tact
No phone calls, but so many contacts
In fact, she held opinions
Book cases and clocks of decision
Some days ticking and silence tock
What could set her off?
No matter the alarm, snoozed clock
If only she could open up to flock
Be free. Searching for a new home
Living within yourself from many views to see.
Where there is a box or you are the key
To open up . You are home to be.
About the Creator
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my name is Destiny . I am one whom is spiritually intune within herself and cherishes the growth and expansions of life. I am very creative and enjoy writing poetry, drawing, photography, providing sound healings and more.
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