zondag 1 december 2013

Our own road

A road to nowhere in dark woods
lead us to imaginary doors
who we to often keep closed

These creepy doors hunt us down
because they keep on screaming
and have mostly some painful claws

Then, after a while (probably a lot)
when we finaly have the nerve,
we'll open them, with...some hesitation.

But (please) don't be anxious or afraid 
of what lies behind (or on our doorstep)
We really must open them...

(once or twice in a lifetime)

It are (only) the monsters inside our heads;
which are trying to say hello, you know
or (most likely) wanting to say goodbye.

© Anke

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