Instinct

There's a lifeBehind a hidden door,

That can't be found in the daylight

Where faces fade and masks glow.

It's in the bottom of an ocean

At the base of a tree

Behind layers of bark

Where fingers can't go

And eyes are blind.

There's fear

That halts the hands

And freezes the eyes

When they get too close

To the hidden door,

The truth in daylight that goes unseen,

It remains in words

From whisper to whisper that few listen to.

There's a search

For the hidden door,

The unseen truth,

That occurs in the stars and clouds,

And floats through night air,

When the moon is full,

And base instincts are alive.

There's the door

At the edge of globe,

Between left and right

And its you that chooses,

Decides the mask or the face.

If you enjoyed this poem, be sure to check out Katrina Thornley's recently published poetry collections!

Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature

Arcadians: Wooden Mystics