The fear creeps in, slowly swirling through the crack in my door. Like the dancing of dust, a hypnotic sway. I stand on the other side, trying so hard to hold it shut. Insecurities burned into my skin, vibrant shades of pain.
I have been shackled by the haze, locked inside a twisted dream. Crying these bloody tears, stains of shame. Torn apart by the deafening beat of my heart. It flutters and skips. I tear at my breast so ashamed someone might hear. My finger pushes the door. I feel myself thrust you away....out.... Inner demons coil, boiling black through my veins. Wrapped in fear I turn. My back toward the light, away from peace and back to the shadows.
Will he come? Will he vanquish the burning in my soul? Will he turn the knob......and set me free