#197-Guests
13/02/2018
Frozen, head down, burdened.
Looking in the mirror I’m confused.
There are cobwebs within me,
Leftover relics from the summer,
Surviving autumn’s rains.
They’re a part of me now,
Helping me reach deep,
Seeing closed doors,
I readily ignored.
Perhaps now I understand,
The thin fragility,
Of these frozen strands.
They’re no different than me,
Or distant dreams.
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