Open door

The door is at the very top of the steps. Nothing can defeat the purpose of walking through the door. Light shines through the broken door. All around is darkness, nothing living or breathing, only the soul that stands at the bottom looking up is alive.

Why can't she walk through the door, the door that is broken but yet is her only way out? Nothing is stopping her now, not one thing is stopping her. She keeps hoping for the same damn thing... she never strays to far from the sidewalk, she knows that if she were to let her guard down... she'd be doomed. Afraid is what she is, afraid of it all. The world is big and she is small, she's not sure if the world is ready for her.

Tick, tick, tick are the sounds she can hear now. Everything around her is starting to feel familiar once again. She knows where she's heading too if she doesn't get out now. Slowly that door is starting to look more frightening than inviting. She was so young, you should of have known than to lean on her. Now she cries in the middle of the night. Never again will she know what it feels like to live unless she walks through that door. The broken door that carries her soul.

Light is shining through the broken door. Nothing is in the way... her soul is running from her. Leaving her empty... broken door is allowing the light, but not a moment from her, not one movement. It's hard to trust herself not including everyone around her. She's lost her way and has been lost for sometime now. She's fighting to keep from breaking, her heart her is shattered. She finds it hard to believe in anything. This open door, can it be her way out? Looks inviting she keeps thinking, she's not stupid. Can she walk through the door, can she? The open door is waiting for her...