I try to find myself in the tiny beams that enter through the closed door,
As I lie worthless on the damp floor.
The door hardened by the winter’s cold,
So many secrets does it hold.
Can these rays melt my frozen heart
Attempting to pierce like arrows on dart.
The more I see, the more I lose myself
Its a cold winter in which I must dwell.
I fear to see what I continue to become
From these feeble beams I must run.
They cannot lead a fight
They can just throw light
At my burnt down feet
At all the foolishness and deceit,
The tiny beams creeping through closed doors
My scars they continue to adore,
Uninvited guests in a cold desert
My weary soul, they continue to hurt.
I don’t know if its right to see or to unsee
These broken wings with which I cannot flee.
I pray to the beams not to entreat
To winter I must retreat.
So I lay behind the closed door so I must heal
For my broken heart no longer feels.
Aishwarya_ the sailor