[Poem] Your Heart is a Home


Your heart is a home of secret rooms

clean but dusty, cluttered but serene

lined with books, papers, pressed flowers, memories

large part hallway, picture frame lined, full

but with room to get around

moving through does not cause traffic

only light hip brushes in the corridors

rooms open up

and sometimes close

and sometimes are gone for good

some rooms are secret

some are shrines

and some sprout where they were never expected

and when I find myself stepping into one

I feel so alive

here in the center

so connected to your pathways


(Written 08.01.2016 for SO)


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