{"id":62298,"date":"2020-06-27T09:48:21","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T13:48:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=62298"},"modified":"2020-06-27T11:49:50","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T15:49:50","slug":"the-dusty-room","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/the-dusty-room\/","title":{"rendered":"The Dusty Room"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">In a dusty room I waited for their return\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Day in and day out<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">She was light and hope and love<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">Always kind and willing to listen<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">And she &#8211; well, she was strength and creation and determination<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">A stronghold when the light faded, pushing through the dark with optimism<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">Days, weeks, maybe months passed and I stayed in that dusty little room<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">I waited so patiently for even a glimpse of them<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">But they never came<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">That dusty room became my only companion<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Slowly eating me up<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">Until one day after years of waiting<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">I stood up and stepped outside<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">And for the first time in years I saw them<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">The light from a friend\u2019s smile<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">The hope of each new day<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">The love of those who missed me<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">The strength of leaving that little dusty room<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">The determination to never return<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">And the creation. <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">Ongoing and never ending<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In a dusty room I waited for their return\u00a0 Day in and day out She was light and hope and love Always kind and willing to listen And she &#8211; well, she was strength and creation and determination A stronghold when the light faded, pushing&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1487,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[3432],"class_list":["post-62298","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","tag-prompt1"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62298","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1487"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=62298"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62298\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":62342,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62298\/revisions\/62342"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=62298"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=62298"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=62298"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}