January 25, 2018
By Anna070703 SILVER, Cannon Falls, Minnesota
Anna070703 SILVER, Cannon Falls, Minnesota
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It is a quiet room
With nobody in it but me
I’m waiting for somebody to come through the door
It is darkness
Wanting light to be shed but there is none
And I will never know what it looks like
in the outside world
It is a jail cell
That can only be opened by someone else


That door begins to open
I have the slightest bit of hope
But what was the door, was only my eyes
All I had to do was open

The author's comments:

I was a quiet and shy child when I was young. But I now realize that you just have to be yourself and come out of your shell. 

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