Poem: Locked Door
I’m in a long corridor
Of misunderstanding
Because people seem to think
I don’t want to enter
Even though
I Shake the knob
And pull and push
I bang and knock
And scream for help
I try with all my might
And all my effort
Yet The door will not open
But people do not see
My grueling pain
They do not see
My want and desire
For they come and go
As they please
Because they seem to have
This mysterious key
It’s not in my possession
But I try and push through anyway
Until the door is stained with my blood
And my tears seeped into the floor
Because I love the outside
And want nothing less to
Be out and free
Feel the grass sweep across my feet
And the wind to blow across my skin
Yet people do not see
My effort and exhaustion
And sometimes I break it down
But I must always return to my prison
And still people do not see
They mistake the cants and the wonts
And my love for hate
For I truly want to break free
And I love them more than anything
But the door will not let me
And people do not see
