Is it a curtain falling,
over the things I wished,
will it turn trust
to hurt,
excitement
into anger
bring back the feelings
stowed away
in trunk of sadness
and the loss,
can I still pull back shades of gray
from my soul,
yours,
our words that still play
not wanting to go on
no tears, and yet smiling
is turning to rock stillness
and the night
will not let hearth feel warm
and welcome.
***
Am I at home
or is it time to go,
unlock gate
and forget the sound
of birds singing on sill
and flowers sending petals
to carry dreams
over tomorrow’s threshold?
© 2022 Amy Christie
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Originally published on Simily
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