An Unlocked Door
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| Wed, 03-16-2005 - 1:24pm |
I dug through my archives of poetry, and found one in which I wrote as I became aware that I was entering into my second A. Reading it now, I see how much I really knew what I was doing, and more importantly, what I would find at the end.
An Unlocked Door
As she looks upon that door she closed
that one she sealed so tight
The lessons learned are loud and clear
she knows it wasn't right
She looks again upon the door
the lock now looks undone
A rush of fear comes over her
she hears a voice say run
Its force has gripped her shaking hand
and pulls her towards the door
A warm, bright light shows underneath
she knows she can't ignore
She knows so well what it contains
but still can't seem to leave
Aware the light holds good and bad
vowed not to be naive
But will the warmth the light will bring
be worth what's at the end
Again to make her lock that door
and lose another friend

You are very talented! I just got chills reading that.
Thanks for sharing.
~nuttmeg
Thank meg, I love writing..it's my outlet. Although reading the ones that I wrote when I was in la-la land is a little heartbreaking to say the least, so I stear clear of reading those.
It's very interesting to see where my head was at before things got out of hand. However, I think when I wrote that, I was clearly in too deep already. I still had the burns from playing with the first fire, yet I reached right back into the fire pit once again.
Hurtpup,
That is amazing. Wow. I've been thinking hard lately about how dangerous it is to unlock the door, or even turn your back to it for a second...you put it into words beautifully.
Thanks so much for sharing that.