Inside Outside

Part Two

The door they sought for sat before me, yet I feared to open it. The tree which I've gazed upon every day is within reach, yet I fear to open it. To look upon the tree without it's glass companion, without the window I myself had placed there, terrifies me. I sat in the windowsill, the marble room had grown larger, or at least it felt that way. I'd never call it a comforting place, yet the windowsill had always felt like home. That feeling had begun to fade with time, and it's white pillows offered little comfort. A new feeling had taken it's place, yet I fear it has no name. It's teeth dug into my soul, it made my heart grow heavy. My spirit, began to break. And With me, The tree began to wilt as well. as though it was a dream feigning from memory, it's branches began to droop, and it's leaves began to fall. Perhaps I was never meant to see my tree, perhaps it was never meant to see me. Yet as it's leaves toppled to the ground.. I began to fear it leaving me. Perhaps it was meant to, as perhaps I was meant to. As for my companions however,  The begging had ceased, each of those whos hand I'd once held had begun to grow their own trees. They began to understand themselves, they stopped looking for the exit, and began to grow their own trees.  Perhaps that is my purpose, to guide them to their trees, to let them grow as my own withers and dies. I stand at the door, it's unlocked. Its handle is large and wooden, curved at the end. I ran my fingers across it, it creaked beneath the weight of them. Would it really be so bad to leave? To lie beneath the tree?  Perhaps they don't need me anymore, and perhaps they'd be fine without me.. But I think I'll stick around. I stand at the door, and choose to leave it shut. Perhaps that is what I fear most of all.