I Express Myself Through Writing
The Funhouse
Walking through the mystery
Arms outstretched and eyes closed
Frightened of the unknown
Phantasms behind every corner
Walking on eggshells
Traversing the maze
Multiple doorways to explore
Some by choice
Some by force
Infinite mirrors throughout
Reflecting our images a thousand times
Do you like what you see?
Some close their eyes
Some see a distorted version of their likeness, only to hide their eyes or weep
Many exit early...by choice or fate
Others linger to the end, eager to see what the next doorway will divulge
I feel a hand in the darkness
It closes around mine as a feminine form joins my path
Your touch conveys a kindred trepidation
I have been joined by others
in the maze of mirrors before
My own reflection was the most difficult to face and accept
The mirror reflected my entire soul as it bore into my heart and mind
Shame and ugliness grinned back at me in a snarl
Your lips whisper into my ear as we walk
Words of comfort and hesitence
My grip tightens on yours
The door ahead of us is ominous, yet the only passage not careening back into the reality behind
Voices and ghosts behind us linger closer, threatening to impede forward momentum
Excitement and fear mix together into obscurity
Your grip on mine is kindred and familiar. Your voice caresses my heart with prose that is new and expressive. Seductive.....
We pass through the doorway.....