The Open Door

I'm shaking off the rust

ratteling my bones

trying to break open the cage

that encloses my soul

so I can retrace the steps

that will lead me back home

to my reflection.

There are treasures still kept there

gathering dust

dreams about people

and places I've loved

it scares me to think

of what I've denied

by building this haunted collection.

Will you stay here awhile

as I go through these shelves?

One by one slowly finding myself,

as the rust turns to stardust

and dreams turn to love again.

I've already lost so much

How can I fear now

what I might win.