I'm not a learned writer, don't really know the rules. Sometimes I write beginnings of a story, then cast them aside trying to concentrate on something else. Other times I jot out quick poems/prose...not sure which of the two they are, only that I need to place the words upon the written page. One day I'll perhaps learn the rules, as I am sure they have a reason for existing, are meant to help guide us along the way. For now, I'll just keep putting words on the page as I uncover the who of me. A Peek Through The Door
(A story about inner child)
I know I really shouldn't
But sometimes I can't help it
It's safe in here within our room
But sometimes I still have to peek
My hand upon the doorknob
There goes that voice again
"You know you shouldn't"
But I can't help it
Maybe I'll take a little peek?
Growing bolder I slide my hand up
Caressing the jam a bit
Just a peek, no one will know
I know I shouldn't
But I can't help it.
Maybe just a peek.
Slowly I ease the door ajar
Stealing a peek outside
He's standing there watching
Just like I knew he would be
Our guardian gatekeeper
Watching over all of us inside
He hears the creak
Turns to see who's there
A brief stern look
Then that magical smile
He waves me out for a hug
Go back inside now
I'll stand watch out here
You'll be safe forever
Remember, it's always safe inside
And I'll be here guarding
Just outside the door
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