Behind the Yellow Door
I heard knocking on the yellow door
The soft gentle taps,
In my mind sounded like roars
I listened for a second longer
to hear the knock again
the stormy wind of the past
tore through me with so much pain.
For you have to understand
it not just a yellow door.
this door leads to memories,
of pain and joy and so much more.
Behind this door are my memories.
And I’ve hidden the keys
I’ve hidden in the darkness
until someone comes for me.
This is what happens
when you get lost in the past.
My souls went in hiding.
This fate was mine. Alas,
With trembling hands
I unlocked the door
I do not know what awaits me out there anymore.
It’s the pain that gets me first,
The pain of loss
The pain of grievance
The pain of love
Then came a familiar feeling,
And with it appeared a familiar face
I walked out of the door proudly
Towards the one that got away.
He holds out his hand,
and the fear is no more
I feel like uncharted land I walk on
but when he kisses me.
I’m home!
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