In the doorway where I stood

In the doorway where I stood, where I was and was not. Can’t seem to get out of the way. So it’s like that today. Now I see only my reflection in the window — there for anyone to see through. Berating myself, I panic to whatever obscurity –

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2 responses to “In the doorway where I stood

  1. Your writing is so … alive. Best room I entered in a while.

  2. Many thanks, Jules.

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