THE SECRET DOOR
Every room holds secrets Secrets that can destroy So when the door is breached A skin falls and another builds A wall comes up When steps are taken For judgment sits keen Ready to strike the candid The friends we keep The people we dodge And the ones we hug What is this thing about the people we think we can embrace without any questions? Without any walls Sometimes trust can create magic Magic that can fluid your life Other times, it’s toxic You have your secrets And I have mine Our doors may not be the same But they hold us well Yussif Ahmed Ibn Yussif ahmed.yussiph@gmail.com