Closed Chambers

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #404

Words:  walking, soft, song, trials, heart, back, hope, booth, gate, cement, surprise, mercy

Trials of the heart
deserve mercy.
Once a soft song
of hope filled
the chambers, but
strangers left
the gate open
after walking
and forth
on delicate tissue

as if it were made
of cement.
Not surprising, 

she feels the wisest 
way to cope is to close
that ticket booth, no
more stubs of risk
to let her to believe
she is hearing

the truth.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to Closed Chambers

  1. The text of everything from the third line on explains so well why the first two lines are so true. Other people’s insensitive treatment and behavior can destroy someone’s chances of healing


  2. colonialist says:

    Great images wrought out of the cement and other tools of this one!


  3. Mike Bayles says:

    I like this poem, its sensitivity.


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