The door is closed
The room, so small
You can't breathe
But you hear the rumbling of the winds
Pounding the door
He wants to get in
But you want out
You exchange vows at the doorknob
You turn to the wild
Away from the calm
The walls protect
It's safe behind the doors
But you don't live there anymore
It was once a sanctuary
Now it's a keeper of the past
Of untold stories, of silence
You think the wind will blow you away
You give yourself to it
But in the end, the wind takes no passengers
It leaves a trail of dirt on your face, your body shaken
Wondering, if this is after all where you belong.
(27 February 2015)
