Crooked Room

Eye seeks past tilted frames
Continued search past
Clinging walls…heart calls forth
Tumbling as if to grasp
Reality, but alas
The true meaning has
All but disappeared
Hidden within
Soul embodies a shimmer
A tiny light glowing
Claiming this spark
With all the baggage
I walk on, on the winding
And twisted pathway
Through this thing called life
…by Pauline Harris

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