The Door - Contest

It had been locked for longer than I want to remember Firmly locked no spy hole No keyhole Nothing to give away its secrets. I had forgotten about it It was designed so that it wasn't like a door Just part of the wall. 'Til that day, I decided to renovate the upstairs hall Walls looked like they had seen better days A few faded scuff marks, where, Friends children used to play White paint had a definite yellow tinge Needed freshening up to look good Whilst washing the walls I remembered the room My face went pale, felt sure to swoon With trembling hands I found the secret lock and Then I opened That door What a dreadful shock Was full of what I had been A slinky size 10 when life was a dream My other self lived within I cried for my self esteem The flimsy lingerie were fun Not a lot to be fair Elegant blouses Might as well Not be there. So sheer , So voluptuous The clothes I once wore Where is the body gone That is what I want to know Boobs gone south Belly to put a belly dancer to shame The only thing stayed the same Is my name penned June 18th 2015