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!