The locked door

Some time ago, my heart used to be a crowded place, full of people. They entered without permission, left without goodbyes. That made me angry, yes, but I coped. But then they took the place for granted, started damaging things, and I thought, “enough!!”.

I pushed everyone out and locked the only door from the inside. They kept knocking, banging the door, but I was firm in my decision. Nobody will enter again unless I allow them.

So I sat there in silence, looked around the room, it was ruined. The walls wept and bled. “Uh, this needs a lot of work”, I thought. I started mending the walls and built them thick and high this time.

Now it’s been a while, the walls are all mended. But, it feels lonely now. Maybe I should open the door, throw a party, invite people.

Oh, I wish. But I can’t. I think I have lost the key. Now I am banging at the door, screaming for help, calling out for someone to break down the door from outside. But Nobody’s out there. I guess they tried for a while before, knocked, yelled, but now they have left. And I am left here, caged forever in the walls that I built myself. Hoping for someone to come who would really want to enter, even if they had to break down the door for it.

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9 comments

  1. Very relatable..
    I made very good friends and have very close relatives..
    But never had time to spoke to them..its like a wall i made as you mention..

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