locked doors

definition of my life.

Mirrors all around
my reflection is everywhere
the mirrors crack
my reflections' broken.

I look.
that's not a mirror
it's a door.
I reach...

it's locked.
like the doors of my heart.
I turn the handle and push...
not even a budge.

all of a sudden i'm surrounded
by thirty..fourty..fifty doors
strong. oak.
and all of them are locked.

I run frantically up and down the hallway
looking for a way out.
I find none.
and I start to cry.

tears pour and flood the room.
five..six..seven feet high.
I'm drowing
but then I see a light.

one lonely, measly door is open.
on the ceiling.
it's broken and made of yew
but more importantly-------> it's unlocked

I can't believe I missed it!
so I swim to the ceiling
and breathe.
I can smell the sky!

I want out.
But it's just out of reach
what can I do?
so, of course, I cry.

water fills the room
eight..nine..ten feet
I touch the door with my head
my fingers grasp the frame

<--I pull myself out-->

The air is pure.
The grass is full of dew.
The water is deep blue.
and my heart is grateful.

my heart is grateful
for the locked doors
if they weren't locked..
the water wouldn't have filled the room.

and I wouldn't be here.
in paradise.
away from mirrors.
and doors.
and locks.