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

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