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!
About the Creator
Katrina Thornley
Rhode Island based author and poetess with a love for nature and the written word. Works currently available include Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature, Arcadians: Wooden Mystics, 26 Brentwood Avenue & Other Tales, and Kings of Millburrow.
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