AN ESCAPE

I was once lost in a prison I could never recognize, a prison with enormous doors I would never wish to open. I was wandering, trying to escape, only with a heart in my hand. There were too many passages- halls that always leads to doors, doors I fear, the doors I have to face. I thought that maybe one of the doors is the way out, an escape from this horrifying prison, a way out from this misery. So I opened one and saw a man and I was astonished by his looks. I wanted to know him and at the same time, I wanted to enter his room, but the boy shut the door, and I was left standing, trying to give my heart to someone that doesn't want it. I was hurt, but I tried once again, believing that maybe that time was different. I opened another door, and a guy was there, and it was like the pain I bear faded away, but I saw a girl behind her saying that there's no space for me in that room and i just have to try the other doors, knock and maybe someone would open it. So with a broken heart, I vanished from their sight. I found myself crying, but still trying. I ran and ran until I've reached the end of another passage and there's another door. I knocked, and knocked, and knocked, but there was no reply, and the door never opened so I just waited. I waited for too long but still, there's no response. I got tired of waiting.I was still holding on to my broken heart as I walk through a dark hall of this prison, probably, an unidentified place. So I once again tried, and maybe this would be the last. I was not yet laying my fist to the door, and it opened, letting me in, having a nice treatment. I was happy I finally found someone, something, and somewhere, but this disappeared when someone knocked, he opened the door, and let the girl in, he asked me to leave and the fragile heart I gave him fell from his very hands for letting me stay. I picked up the pieces and leave. I found myself once again outside with no one by my side. I stared at my fragile heart, what happened to my dear, what happened to the only thing I have, oh I didn't gave too much care, now a shattered heart is what I bear. I guess there's no other way out, maybe there would never be an escape. I got tired of trying, striving to find a door that would open, someone that would let me in, and somewhere I could stay. but still, even though there's no way out, maybe, just maybe, I could find that something, someone, and somewhere I was looking for all the time. and just then, a door appeared out of nowhere. so I tried, a guy opened the door. I was hoping that it's that door I was looking for, he's that someone i was trying to find, and the room's that somewhere I was wishing to stay. he let me in, took care of me and fixed the shattered heart I was holding. when he was finish fixing it, i noticed that there were flaws like fresh wounds with this wet glue. As time goes by, I figured out that the my heart was no longer fragile, even though it was broke into tiny little pieces, it was stronger than it was before. the room grew wider than it was, taking a bigger space. i questioned "what were you doing in this prison?" he laughed "this isn't a prison, it's your heart" he replied. i was shocked. "but what were those boys doing here, living in their rooms?" questions occupied my mind. "they LIVED here, you somehow imprisoned them, but then you learned to let go, so they got out. and their rooms, it's still there but it no longer takes too much space. their rooms never leave, they never leave your heart, because somehow, they became a part of you. "

people come and go. but the one you love, leaves a mark, maybe a scar. but your one true love, will always appear. you may have a fragile heart, but the more pain it could bear, the stronger it becomes. what your heart feels is the thing you can't escape.

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my piece when i was in 8th grade. too much errors, too dramatic, just to much of everything but never enough to be called beautiful.