Rise again.

What part could turn a key, for the misery is it me? ,
To define a lock and door to cry , would it be my soul, or eye,
Has my sadness a middle name, it's mirror cracked right through the frame,
And as it bleeds I too see red, the haunting locks, and doors of lead.
But forth through eye the needle pricks, and so it's opened up with sticks,
A kindles kind, like twig and veil, I caught my soul , before the sale,
No boundaries kept to then obtain, the rise and fall, and rise again.
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To Truly Rise Again. A Lovely Poem. 💕
Thank you so much dear friend 🧡