For day one the prompt is a closed door. Sometime a door closes and never reopens. Other times the door has never been open. When I heard this prompt, I thought instantly of how my heart worked when I was young adult navigating the dating scene. So glad to be paste that time. Enjoy!
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My Heart
by Marilyn R Wilson
Buried deep within, protected by a cage of bone
Pulsing rhythmically like a drum beat
Expanding with love. Shrinking when rejected.
All the emotions of the universe swirling.
The nucleus of my being - my heart.
In my youth, my heart's door opened to the unworthy.
Suitors who crashed into my life spectacularly
Only to fade away when the shine wore off.
Painfully, achingly this gateway to my soul
Would drift closed, the latch clicking sadly.
One day love arrived without fanfare.
The door to my heart answered the call.
Yawning wide, it invited his essence in.
Energies intertwined, our souls moved as one,
Inner drums aligned, quickly beating in sync.
One day unexpectedly the beats skipped.
A fight arose. We lost our perfect rhythm.
My heart's wide open door began to wobble.
Hits one after another weakened its frame.
Our love slowly became tarnished,
One day my heart’s door slammed shut.
I grabbed the handle and pushed hard,
Then frantically kicked, giving all I had.
My soul cried out in frustration at love loss.
But the one who broke my heart simply faded away.
At love's beginning, forgiveness comes easily.
But when mistreated, it becomes rare.
One day the door can slam spectacularly shut.
Bolted and sealed - never to open again.
My heart then whispers softly, it's time to move on.
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