Open Door Poem by Ashhy Quebedeau

Walking around in your mind
you see this huge oak door infront of you
you see this door is open
and you wonder why
you walk towards it
and go inside

Walking around in darkness
hands outreached to feel the walls
so you wont stumble through this tangle maze
you keep walking and you see this white light
curious of what the light means
you go into that room

you see this little girl in te middle of the room
sitting there with tears streaming down her face
you see the glassy blank look in her eyes
and feel the cold deadness taking her bit by bit

you walk up to her
and show her warmth, kindness, an affection for the first time
you hold her tight in your arms
telling her everything will be fine

You see her smile for the first time in years
and know that she will be fine for now on
and you walk out of the rooms
and see that the oak door is shut forever