by Kimberly Bare
There is a room, with a door
that only you know how to open.
And the window never closes,
there is no lock upon this gate.
Words are written on a table
that only you can understand.
And unless you choose to read them
they shall never know their fate.
There are places in this labyrinth
that only you know how to reach.
And the path of least resistance
is not always the one to take.
Posted on 12/02/2015
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