I wrote this in Creative Writing today.

Just thought I'd share it.

Cellar Door

It seems to me that cellar doors come in many different forms. They can be people who get in your way of things, whether it’s a bitch at school, a bad parent, or even a loved one who has problems that interfere with your own life, especially if you live in the same household. Cellar doors always have one thing in common, though: they’re ominous, haunting, and are made of a hard, cold steel. Some of us will sit through our whole lives waiting for it to open. Some of us will bang upon it, bruising and bloodying our fists until they’re beat and broken. Others will simply find a way to live happily in the cellar they’ve been put into in life, and will ignore the fact that there is more outside waiting for them. Others will find holes in the ground, and will dig themselves up through the ground to get to where they want to be, but will find themselves scarred and marred in the end, realizing they lost too much along the way. But then there are the few in life who are strong enough to open the cellar door. Who make it budge a little bit, and then work and work at it until finally, with great relief, the door is opened and a beam of light shines through. This doesn’t happen very often, but when it does, it’s truly a beautiful thing. It’d be nice if it happened more. Think for a second; how often do you refuse what you want to do for the sake of something or someone else that’s holding you back? Have you ever not shared a hobby with someone you admire because you feel that there are others much better? Those others who you think are better make up your cellar door. I guess we all have something, you know? We all have a struggle to go through, a door that won’t seep to open, a darkness that overwhelms and scares us so much. Think about it, we are all so scared of not getting out of the darkness in our lives. I know that I’m trying to find a way out from my cellar door. I’m trying to pull at the handle, and I’m gasping for air, because things definitely are not going as smoothly as I’d planned. But I’m trying. And I don’t plan on giving up the fight, or giving up on other things to get there. So I’m fighting, I’m trying, I’m determined, and I’m doing my best to get this cellar door open. Are you?