Closed Windows

I've heard it said
that when it rains it pours;
but that when life closes a window,
it's to open up new doors.
And yet, in spite of what's ahead
I fear my heart's holding me back.
I do not wish to go through doors
when all I see is black.
The colors that I used to see
so vivid and so bright,
I now know are the cruelest lies
when brought into the light.
It seems the pieces of my heart
I gave away are all but lost.
Frozen behind closed windows
where the sunlight turned to frost.

                 - jainedoe