Locked In

Locked In

Locked In

A Poem by Mary Kay Valdez

This was the room where I couldn’t 

open a locked door from the inside. 


I always stood in front of it 

with my hand on the doorknob. 


Every night, I think I’m ready 

to leave this room, but then 

the thoughts roll in. 


What if I see him again? 

What if no one believes me? 

What if everyone shuns me? 


Can someone who was stripped off 

of her innocence live clean again? 


Soon enough, I broke into tears, 

my knees fell to the floor, 

and it was just like last time. 


I was locking myself in, 

until the next night, 

I do this all over again

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