Doors

I tremble down a long, dark hallway
Doors on each side, boarded up and rotted
I can't pry them open
Though the crowbar is gripped tight in my hands
I can't even try
I'm scared of what I'd find
Hidden deep in my heart and mind
Memories and wounds I don't want to remember
I'd rather forget
I'm not ready to face the demons lurking in them
They're starved of torment and hungry for more
Nightmares
Anxiety attacks
Flashbacks
Feeling terrified of pain or violation if men come too close
Trust and peace no longer exist within me
And I wonder if I'll ever find them again