Naive

What was that knocking on my door?
I wish they would stop that wrapping so loud.
It’s nearly crumbling these floors.

What was that shimmer in the glass?
It was strangely and coldly familiar.
But it went to quickly past.

Where did my car keys go?
I’m almost late and in a hurry,
But I think I need to look more slow.

Why is the rain falling angry?
My plans are ruined now.
When it was predicted to be sunny.

Shall it be time to start over, and how?
Maybe I’ll start by opening the door to,
Find my soul there, in the mirror.
Then I’ll find the key to build new floors.

Naive

Sallie

Joined March 2008

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This poem is about finding ones self. The first stage is opening your mind(door), re-evaluating your life(mirror), looking for your strengths(keys), and planning for the future(sunny).

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