close the door.
close the door. silence all that came before. what has been has come and gone and cannot hurt you anymore. anger and pain and shame and regret locked inside this leather chest. anchored, tethered, squeezing tight; tears will fall when falls the night. let it go; it let's go of you. so that who you become is not what you knew. chase the light; choose blind hope. it waits for you to just let go. forgive. forgive. forgive. forgive. give yourself the grace to live. when darkness creeps and calls your name forgive, forgive, forgive again. close the door. close the door. silence all that came before.
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about the writer.“Words are only postage stamps delivering the object for you to unwrap” (George Bernard Shaw) past tense.
January 2019
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