Slammed.
A Locked Door.
A Living Victim.
Why in my innocent face?
I am left to wander
But you I always loved
Yet my shrieking cries still
pierce…the dark.
Are you listening?
A WINDOW! A WINDOW!
I grasp the ledge
A gray cloudy sunshine embrace
With meager hope
It kisses my face
A key?
But with a door so secure
And self assured
I can’t unlock closed friendship
Because you fasten the key.
So I crawl through the window
And leave the blackness behind
Relief rushes over me
Temporarily clears my mind
My face runs dry and pale
As I flippantly merry on my way
But Happily Keyless
I must glance over my shoulder,
Where a locked door
Creaks open timidly,
Piercing sunny vision
And darkness remains.
Copyright 2006 of Jessica Anne McLean. All rights reserved. File Sharing is Encouraged.
“When God closes a door, surely somewhere He opens a window.”
-The Sound of Music
The Rose 
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