I’ve closed that door

a million times before.

The door that leads to my pain

and fear and emptiness.

Yet, I sit on a stone floor

watching, fixated on the raging

pulsing door screaming at my faith.

The same faith that is allowing me to love

yet strong enough to push that door back

crushing all of my burgeoning leviathans.

I know all too well what happens

when the door unveils my monsters.

They hold me down while others ravage my life.

And I scream out "Someone! Please! Polish my stars!

Protect my faeries! Ask the angels to sing!

Allow me to plead my case to the clouds!"

But no one hears me.

For it is all in my mind.

I refuse.