Behind Closed Doors

The world stretches wide, yet feels so small, each street a canyon, each sky a wall. My heart races fast at the thought of the day, so I anchor myself where the shadows stay.

Windows whisper of life passing by, laughter and footsteps, freedom’s reply. But for me, the outside is thunder and flame, each open space whispers my name with shame.

I cancel the plans before they begin, a battle already surrendered within. Friends drift away like clouds in the blue, while I hold my breath in a room I once knew.

Still, hope flickers faint like a lantern at night, a promise that one day I'll step toward the light. For though agoraphobia cages my mind, I dream of the strength I have yet to find.