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The Red Door

When you look in the basement    
The deepest pits in your mind  
There’s always that one door    
Where, if lucky, you never find    
    
It’s a deep red, old and grungy door    
With claw marks down one side    
Weeds are growing up the door frame    
The atmosphere is electrified    
   
I haven’t been down in ages    
That’s the darkest hole in my mind    
A room of all of my trauma and hurt    
Where the old me and new collide    
   
It felt like I was in there for months    
Something I wasn’t ready to face—    
It was inevitable and it was happening    
But truly it helped get me to this place    
   
Just mere months ago, having seen it all    
I stopped entering through that red door    
I just didn’t need to torture my self so    
I stopped when I couldn’t take it anymore    
   
But the inside’s been warped over time    
The foundation bricks all sag real low    
But that big red light perched on the wall —    
It flickers with an almost ominous glow    
   
The more that I screamed and cried    
No matter which way I fought back    
My claw marks are etched in the stone    
Fingers all bloodied from my last attack    
    
One day, I woke up. Ah, I could see again    
I looked outside and inhaled greedily    
Why do I keep coming to this wretched place    
Even though it always cost be so steeply?    
   
The place down in the basement    
It’s always been my little sanctuary    
I would hole up in this place in my mind    
And beat down every last adversary    
   
But just last week, I took a chance    
I finally stepped away from my torture zone    
And I walked past that red door again    
Without even glance and kept moving on    
   
They say time heals all wounds    
But that time, I really valued myself    
Instead of running to the red door    
I move right by the ghost of my hell    
   
It’s a dark room lost forever in memory    
But now I’m deep in my center I’ve found    
The home I call my soul, happiness and being    
It feels much better now I’m not underground    
   
My dark spirits are thriving down there    
All shut up behind the heavy red doors    
They’ve really made a home for the place    
Despite all the blood and carnage on the floor    
   
And when I stopped my visits into the beyond    
I cut myself from all ties to that magnetic pull    
Now I know if dared to open the big red door    
Its gates into hell, but I won’t be fooled    
   
For my demons have no claim on me    
And I won’t go opening the ominous door    
No matter how much I think I deserve it    
I’ve seen the terror, I don’t need that anymore    
   
I’ve faced the sunlight all in naked truth    
I made amends with the horror and darkness    
I no longer fear the door or what’s inside    
This piece of me hasn’t made me heartless    
   
Don’t hesitate if you find a big red door    
We all have something we need to overcome    
You’ll grow that much stronger if you only dare
Survival of the fittest, the weak will succumb
Written by LivDiane
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Author's Note
The room where all my demons hide.
May add more later, can’t tell if I’m done yet.
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