The Door


Open, Open, Open me
See what is inside
My present is only connected
Through my past
All misdeeds become a broken record
Never to escape only to be posted
For others to read my wall of mistakes
Only the law was upheld
Breaking hearts, failed communication
Was my resume, never to be forgiven
External exile was my fate
Closed from damaging anymore.

-Jennie Nawrocki

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