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
Emerging From The Dark Night 
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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Wow Ivor that poem is haunting so powerful. Just love it.
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The poem is a published poem of mine, it’s a old one, but still means a lot to me….xxxx
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Its super good…love it!!
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