My Cursed Locker

Lockers line every wall here.

It is a dull, green, and metallic maze.

Glancing at my locker card,

I follow the mob of students into the hall. 

When I finally find my locker,

It looks sad and plain,

The green color like withered moss.

I scan my card to find my combination.

What if I never open my locker? 

What if it got stuck?

What if I got stuck in my locker?

Even though I knew that I would be able to open my locker,

Still I worried.

My combination seemed easy enough to remember,

I followed the directions to find the first number.

Two times to the right then find 12… one to the left then find 32,

And finally to the right till I get to 10. 

When I tried to tug on the lever,

It wouldn't open, 

My locker was still locked. 

I tried and tried and tried and got frustrated,

People were already putting their stuff into their lockers.

I thought to myself,

Why is this so hard?

Why can’t I open my locker?

It was like trying to open my back door in the winter.

When the door expands and then freezes,

I always have to bang my hip against it a few times to get it to open,

It's so hard to open,

Just like my locker 

Eventually I gave up and asked for help.

It turned out that I had been turing it the wrong way.

I guess I don’t really know my lefts and rights.

After I opened my locker a few times,

I was satisfied, happy and relieved.

What I didn’t know,

Was that there was a lot of frustration to come in the future,

All because of my locker,

My cursed locker.