My Heart Has A Hallway

My heart has a hallway.

I’m tangled with its doors.

Many of these doors are not there to be opened.

Some are just there to distract me from where I’m going.

I walk slow so the mistakes are less.

Sometimes I step through a new door,

only to find another hallway.

To feel safe I go back,

but going back feels no different than going forward.

This hallway goes far,

yet it brings me back to the start, again and again.

My long hallway, endless and confusing.

Will it lead to somewhere useful this time.

This lengthy passage that sits unused,

echoing from spaces I don’t remember having.

This overlong walkway should not be just for me.

It should be for two.

Sometimes I hear a door open,

but I never see someone enter.

My heart has a hallway.

Sometimes a flower lane on a good day.

It rains in here,

in this narrow pathway that comes with no ceiling.

Doorknobs keep holding me back,

knowing my next move is not so confident.

Never have I stepped out in full,

nor have I ever stayed fully in.

I stand between each doorway,

wondering if this will finally be the right one.

My heart has a hallway,

but it has never been my own.

I hear footsteps out there,

even doors being opened carefully.

Someone perhaps is searching for me.

Who will find who first.

This game could go on,

till there aren’t any more doors to check.

The possibility of finally running into someone,

is more than enough to want to live.

We go onward,

two strangers that haven’t met.

Inside this infinite heart, anything is possible.