It's like I'm in a room
Full of doors, windows, and mirrors
I have rings on my fingers
Each dead-end door leads me to a new ring
Each window I go through distracts me from where I am
But I always have to go back where I was
I'm constantly craving freedom
So the doors take up most of my time
But sometimes a mirror catches my attention
My reflection, a thing I thought I knew well
Turns into something else
Someone else
They pull me in, cradle me as I fall in love
with a false sense of security
But the longer I stay the more the figure changes
The more my guard rises
I step away
They reach for me
Only pushing me further away
The mirror starts to crack and the figure disappears
I stare at it for a while
Wishing for what was once there to come back
I want the figure to go back to the way it was when I first saw it
But it's too late
Too far gone
My heart begins to ache
Another reason to lock another door
Something that could have been more
But now it's nothing
My rings comfort me, as I twist them around my fingers
They tell me to keep going
I am so close to finding the right door
- Author: drea ( Offline)
- Published: March 13th, 2019 09:47
- Comment from author about the poem: ROOM = STATE OF MIND DOORS = HAPPINESS MIRRORS = FAILED RELATIONSHIPS RINGS = LOVED ONES WINDOWS = SELF HARM
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Seems to me that one thing you must find content with is who you are. They always say no one will ever love you if you don't love yourself. That means that if you don't accept yourself you won't ever truly know what it means for another person to love you. Well, all that pertains to the poem and its message, not you individually. I don't know you, so I can't say. Haha. Well, best luck in your endeavors, and thanks for the share.
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