Four walls, clear as mountain air.
You walk one’s length, then another
You are trapped
and your breaths are a dragon’s fire
escaping your tightened throat.
You kick, you punch, you slam your head
until the walls are scarlet-stained.
A door appears.
It has a knob that will not turn
and the door is reflective, a mirror.
You see the walls behind you
but not yourself.
You fall. You cry. Tears stain cheeks once red with rage.
“Why did they do this to me?”
“It wasn’t my fault.”
And more tears.
in the midst of your pain
And you stand.
You are there
in the doorway mirror.
You grasp the knob and it turns
on silken wings of awareness.
And you are free.