Thursday, January 14, 2010

[. The . Wooden . Door. ]

The wooden door with iron bars
Was meant to keep me safe.
To hide my deepest fears away
And keep a smile on my face.
The wooden door with iron bars
Was meant to stop the searing pain
To keep my days boring and dull
And to keep the nights so plain
The wooden door with iron bars
Was meant to dull the roaring ache
To keep the darkness locked up tight
And help to hold off heartbreak.
The wooden door with iron bars,
No sooner had I spoken,
The door keeping the despair at bay
Splintered, cracked... and now is broken.
January 14, 2010

About Me

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I have 2 beautiful little girls. I love to read. Fantasy novels mostly. Who needs any more reality than what's on the news. I love music. REAL music. Not that rap crap. I like to bake my own food from scratch and watch everyone else eat it. I love the country and I love the mountains. If I had to pick between the 2 I don't think I could. I love to take pictures of everything and everyone. No one is safe when my camera is out. I like going the out-of-the-way way. The scenic route is always the best, no matter how much longer it takes. I love gardens full of flowers and willow trees and bird baths. I love the smell of the ocean and listening to the waves. I love having too many pillows and falling asleep in the bathtub. I'm just your average kinda girl, but then, there's more to me than most people think. :-)