It is rooms of pain that
fill the chambers of the heart
causing your distance, depart
with the breeze so cold
it’s verandah of remorse that
coverts the confusion of one’s decision
unending tears opening from the
verandah of remorse
when suddenly joy lanced through its
fears came crumbling to the floor
open the door, open the door!
Tears will dry, remorse will fade
pain will heal open the door…
Beula Kapp an Aspiring writer, Born in Jhb enjoys writing poetry, fiction and flash fiction.