All our life

When the door

starts to slowly open

within our minds eye

it is then

with growing fear

we will have to decide

will we hide

within

our house of cards

with our belief

of denial

that our belief

will last

or will the wave

of our imprisoned feelings

pass us through the door

to the place

all our lifes

we have tried

to ignore

 

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