Locked out

some scratches

You won’t know
Where you go from here now
Until you open up the door
And see it can be better

The sun warms the earth
Over the creaking threshold
Sure, the shadows look grim
But all I see is you spinning

Abandoning all hope
Cut your elbow to your wrist
Falling on the jagged glass
Of a broken mirror
Knuckles white as you grab the handle
Swing through as your stitches rip
In perfect form when you land
Sew it up until you slip again

The woman standing there is a stranger
She’ll remain where you left her
Give her a reason not to

There won’t come a time
When you feel like you aren’t
Falling over and over again
On that jagged broken mirror

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