The truth has never been quieter
The truth is rarely clear
Sometimes it’s simple
But most of the time, the truth is wrapped in thorny vines
Twisted chains
Barbed wire
The imprisoned truth is complex and misunderstood
Something too abstract for most to comprehend
The untouched aquamarine door embodies an undiscovered truth
An enigma hidden in plain sight
The blossoms are deceiving
Behind the door lies the truth
An unsolved secret of reality
The blossoms climb the frame to hide the door’s purpose
To make the truth feel less dangerous and real
The truth wears beauty like a costume, a disguise
Cloaking the truths too sharp for most
A curious little girl sets out with nothing
But her strength and bravery in the middle of the night
When she knows no one else will be awake
Holding her breath, she stands directly in front of the breathtaking door
If she stands too long, she fears her serenity will be disrupted
That she will become paralyzed by its vibrant turquoise color and delicate blossoms
As if it had a mind of its own, her trembling hand reaches out to touch the doorknob
The girl knows that she can’t go back now, so she does the only thing she can
Her thunderstruck eyes have never seen so many things before
She wishes only one thing
To remain the girl she was before the door
The truth has never been louder
This poem made me reflect more on the symbolism of doors, especially as the young poet proposes an unusual image: the door as a silent confrontation that embodies our everyday fears. Yet we rarely pause to consider that a door also holds a truth of its own—a truth that ultimately belongs to us.
These lines gave me goosebumps:
"She wishes only one thing / To remain the girl she was before the door."
What a beautiful way to capture the fear (and reality ...) that some truths change us forever. Thank you, Ariana!