Barriers

There are many times I set up barriers and walls, invisible unless you come too close, And then you hit them.

You wonder what happened.

You didn't know, I can't let you in.

I've lost the key to open the doors in the walls, and I don't know how To take them down.

Fran Watson Copyright © 2003

For more poetry and stories you can go to Fran's webpage http://www.franwatson.ca

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