Behind Closed Doors (In My Mind)

by Leah Peralta
(Newbury, MA)

Behind the closed doors which are welcoming me in
Are treasures forbidden and unknown
Crackling silence is all I hear
A harmony of blissful fear
I ponder my future if I shall enter
But I shall not disturb any one in the center

I want to walk away from this horrid door
But as it mocks me still I cannot Step away
The door creeks open
I should peek
Behind the door was nothing more
Than an empty room full of boxes
Should I open the boxes?
I Couldn't if I dared
But I must I open them up
To see the stuff of empty memories

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