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Red Door...
Exotic, romantic, firey.
Not quite...
My red door,
My red front door.
Marked.
For who is living there
An asylum seeker!
A pariah!
A ghostly figure.
Lost in the world, lost in the system.
8 years of uncertainty
of no roots,
No home,
No life.
Questions?
Thoughts?
And unsung melodies.
A little prayer escapes me
Unheard, unanswered.
A pretentious smile.
Welcome to my hell...
My 6ft above the ground.
Shun the world,
Shut the door
My front red door.
A new beginning.
My mum used to say
Every time she told me how I arrived.
A new beginning, a new moon
I was blessed as a child.
With a mother love,
Deeper than the deepest sea, higher than the
Highest mountain.
I learned, I laughed, I cried.
I grew up faster than expected.
Faced with many battles, many storms.
Lost my roots, lost my land.
Nothing left, only me, in a cloudy day.
Pen in hand, a blank paper.
Yearning for my mother's love.
