Passage - Poem by Martina Moriarty
I have knocked on every door
to the left, and to the right of me
knowing as soon as I entered,
Stayed for some time in one or two
felt invisible in quite a few
in some I laughed, and more I cried
in this war of peace of mind.
I've known pure joy!
died a death...
in this god forsaken mess
Haunted, as I move along
of broken hearts in ancient song.
writing welcome on the mat
the spirit high
for now you know!
the tune of life,
is how you flow.
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