Behind Closed Poems

Tue, 10/28/2014 - 01:08 -- alar

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21045
United States
39° 12' 4.9824" N, 76° 50' 15" W
21045
United States
39° 12' 4.9824" N, 76° 50' 15" W

Bam, Bop, Slam.

The doors were shut tightly behind me.

Lock and key and keyed and locked.

It was this day that I left behind that I realized I was not meant to be a lover.

I was not meant to be a lawyer.

I was not meant to be a doctor.

Or a perfect daughter.

 

I realized a little 

too late

I was born to the musical winds.

and the splicing grasslands.

and the messy life that was ahead of me.

 

I accepted it all.

Every single flaw I saw.

I was a creature of wondrous disasters.

It was what made people stay.

And the reason why they left.

 

I still accepted my flaws.

Every single one that thawed. 

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