If the stair can be climbed to the oak door beyond,
And the entrance obscured from where life once belonged,
Being rudely awakened by the curse of all fears,
And the depths she had taken, never ending, unclear,
Did she find all her wishes had led her astray?
As the emptiness filled her, one last second to pray,
To unearth her deliverance, she opened the door,
Would she end, re-incarnate, then join us once more
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Clever and thought-provoking, but remarkably written in fine lines and rhyme. I enjoyed it very much as a reader/writer.
Cynthia
Be always safe,
Karen