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.....