Closed Doors
In my head you want to be
you think you have the right
to access every thought conceived
though some remain locked up tight.
Hesitant I was to share
that which shows my flaws.
Yet still, in you, I placed my trust
revealing wounds covered in gauze.
Quietly you hear my words
not knowing what to say.
For what I chose to share with you
has made this a solemn day.
Perhaps you wanted my sunshine and roses
or just that which pertained to you.
But you got a glimpse of my broken pieces
precariously held together with life’s glue.
Next time be careful of what it is you seek.
Doors are closed and locked with reason
and the time for bearing one’s pain and shame
really never comes into season.