The door had slammed in violent thud
between your heart and mine,
and handled holding could not help;
division was defined.
I felt the splintered panelling,
which drove between our minds,
and knew that it had ended;
the past was left behind.
And yet my hands kept holding,
the key to break divide,
and love sat silent, waiting;
until you did decide.
Such barriers between two souls,
cannot be changed by one,
and each must seek to open doors;
new lives are thus begun.
The days of patient waiting,
can turn to months or years,
but when the lock is turned by love,
there is no time, no fears.
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I love how you carried the door metaphor throughout the piece. This is lovely.
ReplyDeleteSplendid final stanza.
ReplyDeleteThe first stanza drew me in and you carried the emotion through to the end. I agree with Draug - the door metaphor worked well!
ReplyDeleteVery nice.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely! Beautiful rhythm and such rich emotion.
ReplyDeleteand love sat silent, waiting... love that phrase.
ReplyDeletebeautiful.
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteAwesome work. The first stanza really does set the whole thing up beautifully.
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Great turn of event... from disaster to turn around in hope.
ReplyDeleteSeems we choose a similar door in our poems.
This is lovely writing and a beautiful sentiment. I like how it went from hopeless to hopeful. Well done.
ReplyDeleteit seems patience is a virtue, after all - lovely expression
ReplyDeletesplintered panelling... great visualization for such a heartbreaking end to things.
ReplyDeleteWow,wow,wow!Loved this & could relate to it totally:-)
ReplyDeleteSo sad, thank you for sharing this. LM x
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