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An open room

I gave my heart to you so soon

I said here is an open room

With no door

Take whatever you are looking for

And I will be so grateful

You wanted me

But now I see there is a time

To guard the heart

Before we make a start

To know what

It means to truly love

For I am not your source

And neither are you mine

And some rooms of the heart

Need doorways

With a handle on the inside

Because robber barrons do exist

And in their hunger for all they missed

Their boundaries are not good

And we should

Never take the blame for that

No matter how much they may try to convince us

From the very start

There is something deeply flawed in us

For guarding so fiercely

The sacred doorway

To our precious heart

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Published by: emergingfromthedarknight

"The religious naturalist is provisioned with tales of natural emergence that are, to my mind, far more magical than traditional miracles. Emergence is inherent in everything that is alive, allowing our yearning for supernatural miracles to be subsumed by our joy in the countless miracles that surround us." Ursula Goodenough How to describe oneself? People are a mystery and there is so much more to us than just our particular experiences or occupations. I could write down a list of attributes and they still might not paint a complete picture pf Deborah Louise and in any case it would not be the full truth of me. I would say that my purpose here on Wordpress is to express some of my random experiences, thoughts and feelings, to share about my particular journey and explore some subjects dear to my heart, such as emotional recovery, healing and astrology while posting up some of the prose/poems which are an outgrowth of my labours with life, love and relationships. If anything I write touches you I would be so pleased to hear for the purpose of reaching out and expressung ourselves is hopefully to connect with each other and find where our souls meet.

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4 thoughts on “An open room”

  1. Oh Deb, I know these emotions well……
    A Crack In The Wall

    Placing yesteryear’s photos,
    In that bygone album.
    Cutting window holes,
    In today’s front door.
    Pasting forgotten memories,
    In the Bible, so forlorn.
    Packing tomorrows cases,
    Full of dusty dreams.
    Clutching torn curtains,
    Darkened to the outside worlds.
    Passing a crumbling brick wall,
    Weakened by the original fall.

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