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I stare at the closed door
While ages passed, or more
Wondering what I could find
Looking at what’s left behind

The door is shut, closed by my own hand
Still, I stare, trying to understand
I touch the cold handle and cry into the chipped wood
Testing if it would open, if I dared, if I could

I waste away looking for light beneath
A gap in the door to give me belief
That if the door was open and wide
I’d find what I had lost just inside

Then, the door which I have loved and feared
Faded out until it disappeared
I fall in horror and let out a broken call
Wanting to run through it, but it is just a wall

I shiver and shake, my memory black
All I wanted, I would never get back
But I had never wanted the truth behind that door
I walked out so I could discover something more

Something more, something more, the thought lights me up
I get on my feet and find that I’m not stuck
I push off the wall and turn to see
I am outside and I am free