Locked Within

 Like an old, weathered room
 
I quietly wait for my door to be opened.

The hinges rusty with disuse, 

At first glance I may seem a little 

Ragged and run down.

But hidden beauty and honesty

Align my soul.

Laughter and bliss have been 

Known amidst my walls.

Tears have been shed

And secrets shared

Amongst those brave enough 

To venture a care.