
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.