Three hidden doors in my mind

Oh I knew they were there. I made them to keep my past and emotions in. The first door, kept the rusty metal room locked tight, and to make sure, I had welded the cracks around the door. This was the first to burst open last week. In it was a memory of a person that I had loved. He came out shambling toward me. What had I done to them? He moaned and shuffled, swayed and struggled toward me. Could I do anything to help him? The need in his eyes was overwhelming...Would he take a bite out of me? Should I embrace him or run like hell? He stood in the doorway, waiting for me to make the decision.
That's when the second door burst open. The zombie that shuffled toward me now, was my own estranged son. Could I bear to look at him and ask forgiveness? He didn't look so hungry, more tired and hurt than decayed. My heart pumped hard in my chest. Could I face these feelings? Could I make amends? So many questions, time was pressing into my skull. That's when the third door flew open, and buried me with my own ego, doubts, insecurity like gravedirt. Would I arise from this filth intact? There WAS no burying my past. Too much at stake, I groped my way up through the dark earth, and breathed my first, honest breath.
Now to undo what I have done. I don't want to fight those zombies, in fact I may want to join them...