To Open the Door
Behind the door,
lies all that is me.
All my secrets.
All my worries.
All my lies, fears, dreams.
This door is my salvation!
It holds at bay
the petty thoughts
of jealousy and anger.
The raging hormones
of lust and greed.
The rampant desire
for revenge.
This door is my damnation!
It holds back
my never ending quest
to succeed at something…anything.
My yearning hope
for a tomorrow brighter than today.
My ferverent wish
to love like hurt doesn’t wait.
Behind that door
that solid oak, locked tight,
immoveable, impenetrable door,
is the scared me.
The wild me.
The brave me.
The me holding the axe, poised to strike.
Ready to tear the damn door apart.
To Open the Door 
