The Cellar Light Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

There's a light on in the cellar
I never noticed before
and now I'm a bit curious
about what lies beyond the door.

Guess I've been so busy living
up above on higher floors
that the tiny room beneath me
has yet to be explored.

Who turned that light on in the cellar
and what it means I can't be sure,
but I'll never know for certain
unless I'm willing to know more

About that area in the cellar
that presents such a mystery;
if that little room so well hidden
could be hiding a part of me.