Open Door Policy

I used to be so open,

letting secrets secrete

from once sealed lips.



I formerly revealed

the hidden corridors

of my thoughts and

my private feelings.



But now the door has

closed on my fingers.



The peepholes covered

with dust since no one

dares to peek in.  



The secrets are still

begging to spill out,

but I swallow them

‘til they eat my insides.



My heart aches because  

of the pain I keep within.



If only, they could

hear my screams from

behind closed doors.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Prompt: “opened up to be closed off again"

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