Light

There's a door.

I can see through the keyhole

there is a field filled with sunlight,

flowers growing, touching the blue sky.

People are smiling and laughing,

dancing, they seem so light and free.

while I'm draped in darkness

scared and fearful.

dust clouding my mind.

evil spirits clenched around my wrists and ankles.

They're laughing at me. 

the sound of my own cries frightens them away,

leaving me alone where i have a chance to break away.

perhaps i can open the door,

with a key, that i hold deep inside.

I grasp the door knob and turn it gently.

light immediately touches the walls that i have kept myself drenched in for so long.

The people quickly make they're way over to me and take my hands,

leading me into the sun,

guiding me to where i have dreamt about for years.

If only I had the courage to open that door sooner,

to let these people in my life,

and to not be scared of the light.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing and hopeful poem.
"The people quickly make they're way over to me and take my hands,
leading me into the sun,
guiding me to where i have dreamt about for years."
Locked and closed doors could be the places we need to go. Fear stopped and killed dreams. I liked the hopeful ending. Thank you Annie for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Coffee Vampier]

This poems almost has a feeling of being trapped. Very well written although "they're laughing at me " should probably be connected.

[Annie Nicole]

Thank you!

[Joy]

Wonderful writing! I love how smooth it is and how much some of us can relate to it

[Annie Nicole]

Thank you, I am so happy that you enjoyed it!

[annalysiar]

Beautifully done. Great flow and awesome usage of words

[Annie Nicole]

Thank you very much! Have a great day : )

[Abby]

Annie, your poetry reminds me of my own. It's like you take yourself to another place and is beautiful! Good Job! Keep following your dreams!

[Annie Nicole]

Thank you so much!

[Abby]

Your very welcome!

[XVCrow]

There is a Savior who died for us to save us from the very things. A very real poem, thanks for sharing.

[Annie Nicole]

Thank you.