certain – The Diary of The Deranged Writer

The Door II

There are many open doors
What’s inside is uncertain
You will only get answers
If you’re brave to go all in

There are so many closed doors
But is it locked? Uncertain
If you’re looking for answers
It could hurt to go back in

There are so many locked doors
The story’s end is certain
You already have the answers
Why bother to go back in?

There are many, many doors
The closed is just uncertain
The locked already gave answers
The open, you could get in

Focus on the open doors
What awaits is uncertain
But that’s a better answer
Than knowing you can’t get in

The Door (Poetry Series): I, II

10-Minute Warning CXCIV

What I truly dislike is when people tell me not to cry.

I’m quite aware that not every problem can be fixed, and everyone makes mistakes. But whether that problem can be fixed, or I end up crying over spilled milk, I should be allowed to shed tears. I learned a long time ago that I can’t just bottle up my sorrow and anger, and I need to express myself (not in a destructive way, of course) to feel catharsis, to feel better. To certain people, why am I not allowed to cry?

If I’m not allowed to cry in a place that I thought to be safe, fuck that shit. Maybe I should look for a safer space elsewhere. And if I can’t find another safe space, it’s a good thing I have The Diary.

One more day before my birthday.

A part of 14 Days of The Deranged Writer (2025).

Header image: Hans of Pixabay. Edited in Adobe Photoshop 2025.