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The Door

THE DOOR.

I open the door and I find love,
It embraces me and fills me with warmth,
My heart feels fulfilled and satisfied,
But then I start choking,
My head is in a daze,
I can’t breathe I need
Fresh air,
I run for the door
But it won’t open.


I am walking in this huge
House with so many corridors,
This house that I opened the door
Once and it was so full
Of love,
Now, I don’t know what it is,
The walls seem to be closing in on me,
They are going to crash me I need out,
But I don’t know how.

I see a light, its flickering
And I walk towards it
It embraces me and I feel safe,
Its showing me the way out,
And I start to run but then I come to a dead end,
Maybe I should have walked
Maybe I missed a point so crucial
I lost the way out,
I cannot retrace my steps
Because the light is gone and its dark.

The darkness is so still,
The silence so loud I feel like
Screaming but no one will hear me,
I grope in the dark and take
Cautious steps trying to find
My way out,
Then I knock over something,
Stumble and fall
The pain cuts through my heart
I decide to follow the little
Sound that I can hear,
Or is it a figment of my imagination?
‘you can get out, ’ I tell myself
And will myself to move,
Because fear is gripping my body
Like a vice,
And a bead of sweat is trickling
Down my spine.

I feel for something, anything
But nothing
And the pain is still great then I feel it
What is it? I don’t know
I crouch trying to touch and smell it
But I still don’t know
I stand up and feel it
But I still don’t know
Then I feel it, the knob
My heart beats so fast
I can’t breath.

Should I open it or leave it? What to do?
I want to open but my hands won’t stop shaking
My heart refuse and my brain won’t give me strength to do it
What will I find when I open this door?
More pain and heartache? More love lost?
More drama and confusion? Or
Will I find peace and tranquility? Love and happiness?
What will I find?
And that’s it? The maze of life.
Never knowing which road to take, which door to open
And which one not to,
Paying for mistakes we made
And sometimes celebrating.

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