My palm covers the door handle but the strength to open it doesn't come. Afraid to face the monsters that I locked away-afraid to be hunted by my self created fears. Behind this door holds the key to my future-the key to my shot at redemption. I can't, or is it that I won't.
They keep telling me I need to let go of the past and I keep trying to imagine a place where my past didn't exist- didn't build its walls around my mind.
I'm no saint, I've done wrong.
I'm no monster, I've done good.
But I'm no believer; I've seen it crumbled... I've watched it all fall apart in my head.
So tell me why!
Why should I open that door and set them loose.
Inhale and face that which burdens you they say.
Behind this door my secrets have been building the rooms that shelter my lies,
My darkness lights its entity and my guilt provides a bed that comforts and cushions the blows to my head.
So tell me why- why must I open the door.
In front me stands what I dread the most. Don't you dare look at me like you have seen a ghost.
Just come with me- I'll be your tour guide, I'll be your host.
YOU ARE READING
Embrace Poetry ||Wattys2016||
Poesia#73 (28/6/16) Are you lost? Then be found with Embrace Poetry, some of the most exuberant poetic pieces you will ever read will be found in this book, you will experience sadness, love, peace and joy. In essence this is a collection of my original p...
