I walk down an empty chasm
The only sounds are my feet reverberating off the blank walls with each step
My mind lost in it's own primordial soup
Soon I reach a large steel vault like door at the end of the hall
I have been to the door so many times before
This space has become a second home to me
I reach out to touch the cold steel I felt it vibrating beneath my cold fingertips and place my other hand on the cold steel door
I feel my breath catch in my chest. I then place my forehead on the door
Tears started streaming down my cheeks as my memory was flooded with the whispers of ghosts
Words like razor blades that kiss my skin and my bleeding is another set of tears that float into space and disappear
There are many doors like this that I can not open because they will swallow me whole and may not let me back out.
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Birdgirl (
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Superb work
My comments on the poem "The sealed vault door” by Birdgirl
There are symbolic words in this poem. You have walked many times towards that door, but you can’t cross it or open it : “I have been to the door so many times before…”
You can touch the door but can’t open it. You have fears of the unknown : “they will swallow me whole and may not let me back out…”
To preserve our sanity, we have to stay withing a world that we can manage somehow.
About mysterious doors, see the following about a sealed temple door in India :
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Padmanabhaswamy_Temple_treasure
Soman Ragavan. 27 January, 2024.
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