Open the curtain
and find
the complexity
of my mind.
Behind the curtain,
there is work
that no one can see.
Behind the curtain,
memories lurk
here within me.
The things you’ll uncover
will leave you in awe.
The places you’ll discover
seem to have no law.
If you look inside,
understand
I don’t own this land.
I live behind a curtain
just waiting to open.
I wish to be certain,
but I’m just hoping.
Behind the curtain,
I feel okay,
but now it’s time
to start this play.

Nice poem, I am going to reblog this one for you.
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You are awesome! Thank you!
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Reblogged this on Truth Troubles.
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Thank you, Ted, for introducing me to Jesse’s poetry and his blog, yet another interesting one to follow and enjoy
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