Worn Door

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Worn Door
Years of pain have worn its surface thin
Hopes shattered and turned to dust
Only despair reigns
Fear, anger, sorrow mar the once beautiful surface
The door locked, no escape
Frustration and hurt bottled up
Happiness shut out
Everything hopeless
An angel appears, the door flung open
The sunshine swirls in
Sorrowful souls are freed
Harm no longer reigns
Hopes and dreams come true
True happiness fills the angry atmosphere
The magic spreads
The rundown door disappears
A glowing yellow one in its place
The very emblem of a new beginning





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