The Dark Room

There is a room

hidden

obscured behind

tangled branches

deep in the woods.

The door handle is slimy,

inside

lies and every imaginable fear.

Some creep out to haunt me,

if I'm not wary

they escape.

There is loss

and shame,

guarded by a stubborn version

of my pride

guarding my heart.

If I am honest

that room

is closer than I like to admit.