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My Door Is Open

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hopeburnsblue

Published: Jul 15, 2014

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They say our eyes
are the windows
to our souls.

With my own shutters
closed for years,
I've always seen things
in another light.

And that's okay.

I live a full life--
it's just that, sometimes,
I ache to know
where an iris leads.

But when I hear you sing,
I forget about windows--
something tells me
our voices
are the doors.
Your songs have taken me
in from the cold.

My door is wide open,
and I will be brave.
I will speak love,
I will sing love,
I will be love.

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