Echoes of Emily

Form: Ballad Stanzas

What hides behind a closet door–
while life has passed me by–
the truth of love I could not see
when all I said was why.

The closet door, so firmly closed–
and nothing left on show–
the will to leave this misery
if only I knew how.

I flung the door open at last–
at last, I set me free–
the truth revealed within my heart
it’s okay, to be me

©JG Farmer 2011

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