beyond the door

i’m not opening that door
there’s no telling
what lies beyond it
the lock is rusted
into place
needing a chisel and a sledge
to knock it loose
yes
there could be treasure
long sequestered
but just as likely
it’s dead bodies
husks of memories
heaped in piles
each one a bitter voice
recalling what is best forgot
yes
tears can be catharsis
but a trickle of salt water
can become a raging flood
ripping open scars
dredging up hurts
best not revisited
no
best leave it locked
i’ll take my chances
with the known
i don’t need gold
but rather peace
i will not wonder
what lies beyond the door

© 2013 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved

Hear me read this poem.

beyond the door

RC deWinter

Fairfield, United States

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