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Image: We Heart It

Trap of the Heart

In the beginning
You appeared to be
an open door
 
As time went on
that door began
to close more
and more and more
 
Until…
One day it
Slammed shut in
Anger
without warning
Loud…
A bang that echoed
across the miles
 
What happened?
Ego?…
Secrets?…
Anger?…
All directed
toward me
Yet…
I have no
idea what lies
behind it all
 
Months later a
small crack…
a brief opening…
Hope?
Not at all
You see…
All trust is gone
 
And…
the door eases
shut this time
with brief…
occasional…
glimpses…
cracks…
no anger…
perhaps one day
it will open again
 
But…
I will be ever cautious.
I will not be so quick to accept.
I will not be fooled again.
 
An open door is
Not always friendly…
welcoming…
But…
Sometimes it is
in reality
A Trap of the Heart
 
This poem was inspired after reading Doors by Carl Sandburg.
 
© 2013 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
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