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The door
Half the distance to the door
He stood paralyzed
Not knowing where he was going
Or what lie on the other side
Fate pressed on and a step he took
Frozen, he could not take another
Here he was safe… or at least he thought
No prying eyes
No hateful words
Only the slow ticking of his mind could defeat him,
Stop him from walking out that door, and
as he inched back away from the wooden portal
It was slowly winning
He reached out with his hand,
The scars and wrinkles were chapter within chapter of his life story.
Yet the door seemed further now,
Maybe it was never there
An illusion,
An illusion of false hope, a memory that never was
There was no door
There never was
Or was there
He leaped and his fingernails scraped down the aged and stained mahogany,
And he collapsed on the old wooden plank floor
Where he could almost here the footsteps of his youth
Those footsteps and the whispers of once was seemed to pull at his heels.
His mind was playing tug of war with one hand tied behind his back
He reached up and grasped that rusty door knob, and turned.
His heart sank into his gut, and
a single tear evaporated in the dust of the ancient floor.
The door was locked.
The key unknown.
The journey ended
Even before it had begun
Could there still be hope?
One eye looked at the curtains drawn,
As the stood guard over a window
The opportunity lie before him
He crawled, dragging himself with his arm
The dust coated him with yester year and
he parted the curtains to find no window only walls.
A little boy always wonders what the future holds
He plays in the garden and finds a key.
A treasure that will one day unlock a mystery.
A teenager finds a door,
Always looking for adventure ,
what could the world have in store.
The key in hand
A door unlocked
Behind lies the future, and someone’s past
On the ground at his feet beneath the curtains,
Skull and bones covered in dust
The past defeats you, or the past releases you.
Cx Patterson
