The Door To My Past

I make
All these excuses
Not to write
Not to open up
When I used to
Write poems
I would dig deep
For an event
Or an emotion
And write about it
But now I can't
Now when I try
To dig deep
I come across
This overwhelming door
That's locked
And I don't have the key
Sometimes I find it
But when I go to open the it
The door grows larger
And scarier
Everything grows dark
The only thing I can see
Is the door
I look down at my hands
But I can't see them
I can't feel the key
I've lost it in the darkness
I look up at the door
Almost broken
And almost ready to leave this place
I feel helpless
Just standing
And looking at this door
Controlling my life
And the door knows this
The door
Knows it control's me
Sometimes I feel as if the door
Wears this huge grin
But this time
I don't
By writing this poem
I already see the door shrinking
And I'm starting to feel
The key
It won't be to much longer
Before that door is wide open



Poetry by Rachy
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Written on 2009-06-12 at 10:16

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