This door has been shut

opening the front door
and stepping outside
to smell the morning air

this door has been shut
for such along time
i had forgotten the taste of dew.

walking outside
to check the mailbox
seeing the neighborhood kids play

this door has been shut
for such a long time
i had forgotten the taste of laughter

taking a stroll
with you my life-love
holding hands in the park

the door has been shut
for such a long time
i had forgotten the taste of your lips

laying in bed
alone in my room
staring back at the means

the door has been shut
its has always been shut
I have given up on tasting life.

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“baby Steps! Chris”…advice from a friend in the early stages of my Mental health recovery