The Outside

[gingerjon]

The Outside
I wanted to go out last Saturday
But my mind made me sit here and stay
Contemplating what’s on this mind of mine
Is causing me a few problems most of the time
I opened the door to look outside
But fear struck like an incoming tide
Slamming the door on the world outside
A whirlwind of emotions I feel inside

I go through a shadowy life of pain
Wishing I could change, the ways of this game
Where will this phobia ultimately lead
An escape route I desperately need
Because my white is becoming grey
I think my night is approaching day

But soon my wounds begin to heal
I think my life has begun to feel
Instead of blind, I start to see
The rusted lock has found a key
I think, outside, I could be free
And then, at last, I would be me

 

[Beryl M]

When you are lost inside your shell

Locked into your version of hell

Wandering down dark halls

Worried about life’s pitfalls

Need to find a way to get through

A path that will lead to you. . .

Don’t shut doors so you won’t see

The horror locked inside of thee

When you look back to find

Things lost inside your mind

Perhaps when you are avec un ami

You will feel safe to find the key. . .