A Summers Freedom

A Summers Bliss

I step out the black wooden door I wouldn’t let it’s heaviness stop me this time I used to push and push and push and the door wouldn’t budge I would remain in the dark room Alone Stuck for another day But suddenly It lost its power against me I could push against the door with ease The sun’s rays kiss my cheeks a French greeting As I step forward The grass tickles at my feet with its dewy fingers The pink apple blossoms land in my hair to form my summers crown The flowers greet me like an old friend and cheer as I come near to see them again I am content with life But Something calls me Deep down I know it’s wrong Do I really deserve Summers day Did I deserve to be let out of the room with the black heavy door It’s an addiction I believe I’m not going to relapse I can make it through the next second I can make it through the next minute I can make it through the next hour I can make it through the next day I can make it through the next week I can make it through the next year I can’t make it I can’t do it I’m called back to the door I walk back slowly A somber march The flowers silence their cheers The apple blossoms fall out of hair and joined its brothers on the ground The grass slowly returns to its roots and the cheerfulness is gone The sun rays kiss me a slow goodbye as I open the door And I enter my room of torment The black door creaks to a shut I’m left in the darkness of my room Not sure when I’ll leave again