Poem By Rhonda Davis
I chose to shut the door long ago.
Do not open it.
Do not pull in the rusted handle.
Do not unlock the bolt.
The heavy wooden door is the passageway back to feelings from another life.
It is a hall that I do not want to travel down again.
The demons that rest there are shackled to the floor.
That is where they need to stay.
To face them again would be the end of my world.
They would take over my mind and leave me chained inside.
All my treasures would be stolen in the night.
So, please go away and leave it closed.
Please go away and leave my heart alone.