Day 12 Black

Secret Dreams

                                                       

Through the corridor - dark - long,

Doors on either side,

Each one seeking  to be opened

Hand on handle, gently press,

Push open - slowly, only a little.

Is there treasure to be found inside?

No, darkness has only shadows,

A chill recalling

Cobwebs falling,

Can’t stay here, bleak

black memories.

Try more doors

Every room the same, until, 

a seed of promise,

Light creeps, seeps,

from under one door

Slowly, softly,

hope edges forward,

enters,

Looking for joy that once it knew.

Brightness reveals

Secret dreams, unmasked,

Long hidden - radiant still.