behind the green door
without words
we hide
behind the green door
wondering…
who… we…are
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without words
we hide
behind the green door
wondering…
who… we…are
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There’s a lot said here with such an economy of language and imagery.
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Lovely and true!
Your poem reminds me (as I am looking at a site closure and needing new work) that behind every closed door (literal or figurative) are questions and possibilities, silences and identities still being formed.
It’s an invitation to pause, to dwell in that space of not knowing, and to honor the courage it takes to simply be present with our own wonderings.
Thank you for this spare, moving meditation on identity and intimacy.