The Door

 

All at once I

Didn’t love it anymore.

I bolted

Down the Hall of Quitters

Slammed

And locked

The door.

I hid and I pretended

It would all go away

That if I faked it once more

Things would be better one day

but metaphorical

cuts and bruises

leapt from the pages

and struck back at me

Still I

           Emerged from behind indiscernible

 Lies

I carved a smile onto my face

And jocundity into my eyes

Fooling the world

Into undistinguished laughter

notebook in hand

I'll skip down the very same hall

which I once fled

waiting for the seer to say

"You should be an actress."

Then I will know

That somebody knows

and maybe they

Maybe one day

will open the door

And save me

Save me from myself.

Reviews

[TheTattooedPoet]

Omg. This is absolutely stunning.

[Leah Maldonado]

this had such a good start I really liked the line
Down the hall of quitters

But then as the poem went on it got a little fuzzy, it was all good though. I would add more detail and structure to the parts
I emerged from the room "unscathed"

Behind the door I abused and forgot

That I was a human at all

So I continue to lie

And hide behind

This slab of wood

^^^^^there seems to be alot more story thats left untold in those lines.

Really nice work though
Leah