The Door

She finally opened it and walked out

Holding on to two little trembling hands.

That door which had trapped her

For ten years and forever.

How many times had she turned the key?

But fear prevented her from walking through.

He really was a good man

He didn’t mean to hit her

“I’m sorry, don’t go. I’ll never do it again”.

But he did and she stayed.Why?

Because many years ago, there had been another door.

Her Mother and Father’s door, her door too.

Why didn’t her Mother take her through it?

Fear was not going to stop her again

She could see through this door

There was sunlight and rain.

She would see it and feel it.

Freedom at last,

Behind another door.

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