Beyond Closed Doors — A poem

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Behind the doors I am afraid

I hide…

With a knock at the door, I begin to run

Tripping over the tombstones of the past

I fall

Fear of the concrete that was once so familiar.

I’m cold

A door opens

Emitting a new kind of light

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Caressing my body

engulfing the Darkness

I cry as my skin becomes vulnerable

Touched by the unfamiliar warmth

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Consuming me into familiarity

Once forgotten

Found

To become found is as simple as losing your self

two souls become one

with the tantalizing instinct to become forgotten

Who knew I would be capable of living in the clouds?

I lose my self

Choosing to not run,

but to fall

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Picked up by the wind

I am vulnerable

Only to feel safe

in his eyes

I shine