The door is virtually closed,
Is there another way to escape my woes,
The clouds of doubt overshadow my hope,
Cooking up scenarios to cripple my soul.

Do I dare to look above,
And see the light of possibility glow,
For the demons in my head growl,
Making my mind whimper in sorrow.

Rejection extends its hands of fellowship,
I take a step back to avoid its hold,
For the miserable feeling of dejection, I cannot cope,
So I look for freedom to take me home.
© cynteevicks