I woke up one night,
Sitting in front of an old door, slightly agar.
Bright light poured out,
Illuminating my whole world, during a blackout.
I had the urge to step in and cease it,
But I was blinded and in awe.
This felt close to an escape because I am trapped in a bear claw.
Is the formula for change synonymous?
Because I am anonymous.
Can I dangle my legs down this bottomless crate?
I won’t jump, its not a bait.
My eyes still fixed at the glowing door,
Fixated at something I might adore.
Will it be my life? Or it’ll become something I abhor?
Is my dream even worth putting in a thrift store?
I want to listen to a voice, calling me onshore.
Even then, I might not hear and sit in the ghost of a bookstore.
Crying again, fighting my own war.
If only I had the courage to get up and open the door,
And step into a world to heal and restore.
I wrote this poem based on an artwork I did long ago. It was the first time I tried perspective and I failed so badly at it. I am kinda embarrassed to even show it here but I’ll do so anyway. I am still learning perspective! I hope I can get better with time! (^_^)
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