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BeTwEeN TWO WHITE WHITE DOORS

BeTwEeN TWO WHITE WHITE DOORS

And in that house of anguish
and on the landing in the light
between two doors two white
white doors
​​​​​and all on no man's shores

and five of all the seven there
were not at all, all old
there, questions with no
answers asked
by two with dreams gone cold

and tears many tears ran
brave so brave, for tears can
and scaredy cats with soft toys stare
on landings on the top top
stair
and hearts can split in twos
and fours
on landings between
white white doors

and of the seven none were
bold
and five were young
and two were old 
and all were sad
and one was bad and one was not for saving

and questions with no answers
known
and who would stay and which would go
and all between those white white doors
which slammed now open 
slammed now closed

​​​​and six who stood on no
man's shores
on landings light between two
doors
and of the six, one on the floor
for she was not for saving

Marion Price(2020)

 

 

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Marion

Thanks Greg, it's a childhood memory. My parents divorce...a long long time ago now. Still...the scars shape our adult selves I think ...hugs ?

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Jill Tait

Awww U delving back luv ❤️?❤️

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Marion

Yes...just exploring emotions ...with 4 generations if divorce there is a lot to explore lol...thanks love ?

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