Avoided Spaces

The reasons you choose to shy away and seal those doors, my dear, only need make sense to you

For only you can open the door and welcome the healing. Only you know when to cleanse the heartache and repair the wounds

But, be careful not to let those things fester too long, there’s a monster lurking inside of that room. And he wants to press harder, that thorn in your side, so it will slow you down and seal your doom.

Stirring dissension and keeping you chained from the freedoms that forgiveness offers, keeping you trapped, all alone and wounded, inside that room

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For as long as you can remember, you’ve avoided the sound of its voice, shunned its advances, denied its power, taking away its control. You’ve learned how to abolish it to the silence, ignoring its unbearable pleas. Opting instead to be silent, for the ultimate sake of your peace.

You've invented an invisible padlock, a metal door to keep everything in. The one intended to capture and contain the collective breath of your secrets, inhaled. You’ve carefully kept yourself protected, a prisoner refusing to see You’ve sentenced yourself, blinded, by denying purpose in release.

An imaginary blockage that's been sealed up and shored. An illusionary prison carefully crafted without boards

The denial of the elephant, that’s been hidden, out of sight. A silence meant to protect you from what happened there inside

All the while avoiding the gaping, unanswered questions. Created insecurities, to guarantee your self protection

After decades of avoidance, it’s like you wished it from existence. For years you pass by that veiled doorway, without a thought to go revisit

And you’ve sealed off the space, a door never knocked upon again. A time capsule that's been erased, and near forgotten

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But, these four walls yearn to talk, they're just dying to tell their story. They've been waiting all these years to find exhale

What's been kept, buried, like a treasure, deep down in these old, damp memories, begs to be paroled and released from its cell

Each wall once covered fully in your bloodstained memories, the ones that brought your world to its knees. Wearing your pain like jeweled accessories, watching those white washed walls weep. Like a victim of a crime show, where the host gives all the deets away for free.

Those painful exposed secrets of your vulnerability. Now creep the walls like ivy, growing blooms of sympathy. Filed down to naught, with shard tears of emery, restoring your belief for the slightest possibility of peace

The dust refined and settled on the heartaches abandoned there. Yet, still, clearly remembers every scar imprinted there.

It was witness to brutalities beyond compare, heard and held the screams that no-one else would hear. The things your heart decided that it could never share, its memory, since removed all those fears

The cobwebs subtly cover the healed wounds in roses, embroidered harmless thorns, so tenderly. The pain is where its beauty found forgiveness.....forgotten, laid to rest, to set you free

Grief and sorrow packed away in boxes, harmlessly stacked with love, so carefully. Its power over now, completely useless, kept prisoner for years, fear, the lock and key

Waiting here for you to find your solace, acknowledge it, and baby, let it be. You’ve boarded up the doors and locked the windows, no trespassing signs block the way to set you free

So, you open the door, hoping and begging for more...

And as the seal cracks...

It pours out like salvation, across the floorboards. Flooding like the sun, as it pierces through the clouds

Until all that is left are those four walls, paint still peeling, with nothing left to hide, letting you out