The spiked gates piled high
The gates locked with a
Nonexistent key
The bars too small to squeeze through
A prisoner in her own mind
A memory of fire turned ashes
The ghost of new life
A bloodstained rose blooms through the ashes
A glimpse of hope in a ruined mind
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Author:
TheImpossibleGirl🍁🤞 (
Offline) - Published: December 28th, 2019 13:19
- Category: Sad
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ANGELA HERE - Thanks for sharing TIG - excellent concept. Im 31 but in my limited esperience THE MIND is infinite with many GATES (means fo escape) So when I get trapped in my own mind I always look for a gate - a way out ! There is always a *Glimpse of Hope^ any situation ! Thanks for sharing !
Blessings & Peace for 2020
Love ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡
Thank you for the inspiring insight, Angela 😊 I often find that new gates open when different situations occur, and they often come through many unexpected ways. I sometimes wonder what it means when a gate closes, maybe that it's time to move on from whatever opened it in the first place.
Blessings to you too,
From TIG🍁🤞
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