My secret roomA Poem by Barbara GutierrezThis was something that came from a confusion of emotions I was having at a certain point in my life
Those tears you never saw are all stored in an empty room,
Your picture's been knocked down by the water. And pieces of the wall have been left on the floor waiting to be swept by a broom, The broom sits in the corner, but no hands have ever touched it's edge, for no human being has ever brought the key to this place. So it sits alone, with damages on the door, by those who have tried to come in, They left ice that instead of melting stayed frozen with time, instead of helping, they vandalize this room, now full of tears, drowning even the light of the moon. Who will figure out a way to get in without swallowing the pain or adding to the grief? Who will bring the key but won't just be another thief? All they need to know is exactly where to start, and I have no doubt they will find a way into this cold room I call my heart. © 2013 Barbara GutierrezAuthor's Note
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