Deep in my heart

Lies a heavy oak door

Hiding twenty years burden

And nothing more


Turn to your left

A door of the lightest bamboo

Keeping all my secrets

Locked tight and sealed too


Looking all around

Doors – Too many to number

All hiding something within

Keeping the worst in slumber


Come in a little deeper

Find the door that’s blood red

And there lying in wait

Is the one thing left unsaid



Written on

February 13, 2006

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is one of my faves. Just the fact that I never once said whatthat door was about. That door could be anything from hatred, to pain, to love I feel for another. You choose.

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