Sarah-Jean Seymour Poet I do not know?

Emotional Doors

We're bending,
But not breaking.  
Is this good?

I've grown tired of dialing, 
Ashamed your phone number
Has become a memorized muscle movement--
A seven-numbered cod
Printed over my eyes
That spells out "home."

I am trapped.
Trust is only a phase;
A tiny brush stroke on the canvas of my life
And more than I am afraid
Of causing you harm,
I am afraid of harming myself.

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Beata Agustin June 7, 2024 at 11:24 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Poet Destroyer A February 13, 2016 at 11:11 PM sarah, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. LOVE LINDA