The Door on the Right

The glass is dark, I thought they couldn’t see

I’m stuck here, an amnesiac and me

Though I know the door is off to my right

I stay by the window where I see light

Then I see Rosebud so I pound and yell

“Please, oh please help me, I’m stuck in this hell!!”

She stops at the window, looks inside

“Apple is that you?  If it is, knock twice!”

Relief floods through me, she knows that I’m here

I’ll soon be rescued with nothing to fear

I tell her, “Although everything’s the same

This person here can’t remember my name!”

She smiles and nods to the door on the right

“Go through it, I’ll meet you here in the light”

I’m afraid but I do it nonetheless

Trusting this is the way to happiness

There are many willing to help me here

I let go, move freely, facing my fear

I’m shown if I falter, help is right there

They’ve got my back and I can see they care

The amnesiac whom I can now see

Was only the mortal version of me

The room, the window, the door on the right

Just a false prison preventing the light

                                Myjo