She searches,
in and out of each silver door,
for a safe haven, where she can
finally have peace,
breathe, relax,
maybe even dream.
Many silver doors hide monsters,
and she shuts them frantically,
unable to find one where she feels
safe.
I whisper to her,
but she motions me away,
and continues her search.
I like to think of her as
Alice. I enter a silver door,
and I find peace.
When I come out, she is
nowhere to be
found.
(c) May 2012
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