I saw the faces first, always first.
In the dark paint of my closet doors, always dark.
They always appear. I know not who they are.
People lost. Looking for a way out of the doors.
Spirits trapped with no where to go. Looking for a friend.
Looking for help. Looking for an escape to Heavens light.
They appear in the masks. They hang on the wall. Watching.
I see them, their eyes. Some happy, some sad, some looking for the way.
The way to the route that will lead them out. Out of their despair.
Into the light they want a way. I do not know how to help them.
I talk to them, comfort them, but I can't release them.
They continue their expressive search. I can only see them, feel some.
One day I will release them. They will go to Heavens light.
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Melanie Crane
I've been writing since the day I was born. It's a gift. Hopefully, there is something in my writing that appeals to you somewhere in your soul. Short stories, religion, poetry. Please enjoy my space and visit often. Thank you for visiting.
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