Barriers
There are many times I set upbarriers 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 doorsin the walls, andI don't know howTo take them down.
Fran WatsonCopyright © 2003
For more poetry and stories you can go to Fran's webpage http://www.franwatson.ca
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