Not My Door
Ceremony
Brings us together
Tears us apart
Hopes, dreams, connection
Other
Ultimately Unknown
Be your best
Facade of self
Projection of your hopes and fears
I set down my pack
You place boulders inside
This is not my door
(Prompt: Write a poem about the topic of marriage, without ever using the word marriage, and while also ideally avoiding the words spouse, husband, and wife.)
Oooph! Packs a punch. Love the boulder-filled pack. Feel sad for the façade and projection. Thank you.
my goodness. lots to consider here but love the ending analogy