Room Full Of Strength

by gracey grey   Nov 2, 2008


There remains a room unopened in each and every soul
Hidden until despair comes knocking
A special room this is, for those who dares to open- and tread
In silent reverie and will, can one acquire the key
In sweet contemplation and acceptance, the lock can be found.

There is a room in my heart. The key, in my hand
Somewhere in between time stands still.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Sourav

    Somehow this speaks for so many people. So many of us think like the way you've written. I liked the idea of this one. Good poem!

  • 15 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    ..Likewise, the imagery here is very clear. Imagining rooms within oneself, each with a purpose, some of the rooms more special than others, thus requiring security to prevent others from abusing the special, but fragile contents. Only patience and continued integrity ever have a chance to glimps its contents.

    Well done on this poem, it is very deep.

    Michael

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