Midnight Portals

I found a door behind my eyes, Wrapped in whispers, sealed with lies. It pulsed with dreams I left behind, And truths I swore I’d never find. The key was shaped like fractured thought, A crooked thing that shame had wrought. I turned it slow, with steady hand— And stepped inside a no-man’s land. Midnight portals, deep and wide, Open where my fears reside. Hallways lined with shadowed art, Painted from a broken heart. But still I walk, I will not flee— There’s something in the dark for me. I met a boy made out of rage, Trapped inside a looping cage. He screamed in silence, begged for flame— But only wanted back his name. A mirror showed me growing old, With eyes gone black, and heart gone cold. I touched the glass—it cracked in two, And light leaked out... like morning dew. Midnight portals, cut in stone, Where every beast is not alone. They wait in silence, not to harm, But offer me a kind of charm. A gift of self, unvarnished, free— The chaos that completes me. Beneath the fear, I found the spark— A voice that hummed inside the dark. It whispered not of death or doom, But how wild seeds need shadowed rooms. Midnight portals, I walk through, Not to break—but to renew. In every wound, in every scar, I see the stars for what they are. The dark, the light, the in-between— The portals where the soul is seen. I close the door, but not with dread… For now I know what dreams have fed. The mind’s not clean—it’s rich and raw. And darkness, too, deserves applause.