Closed Doors
Happiness is waitingJust open the door
Memories are fading
Even if the pain isn't
Your bones are breaking
Cracking at the core
Whole body shaking
Even when your heart is still
Closed Doors
Happiness is waitingIf I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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