Martina Moriarty

(15/04/1964 / Kerry)

Passage


I have knocked on every door
to the left, and too the right of me
knowing as soon as I entered
you...
Stayed for some time in one or two
felt invisible in quite a few
in some I laughed, and more I cried
in this war of peace of mind.
I've known pure joy!
died a death?
in this god forsaken mess
Haunted, as I move along
of broken hearts in ancient song.
Another door...another tap
now a welcome on the mat
the spirit high
for now you know!
the tune of life,
is how you flow.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 05, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, March 05, 2014

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