At the end of the hall
there's a big dark door,
locked away for years.
Behind the door
are the memories.
The lies, the pain, the fears.
She put them away
so long ago.
Stacked in boxes to the ceiling.
Now one by one
she takes them out
and begins the road to healing.
Matches.
Fire.
Ashes.
That's all she leaves behind.
She swings her ax
takes down the door
and opens up her mind.
06/10/09 ADSC
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
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