I've heard it said

that when it rains it pours;

but that when life closes a window,

it's to open up new doors.

And yet, in spite of what's ahead

I fear my heart's holding me back.

I do not wish to go through doors

when all I see is black.

The colors that I used to see

so vivid and so bright,

I now know are the cruelest lies

when brought into the light.

It seems the pieces of my heart

I gave away are all but lost.

Frozen behind closed windows

where the sunlight turned to frost.