Doors

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Doors

Some are closed forever
Some can be pried open
Some need oil and a crow bar
Some need to be unlocked
Some need the handle turned and a nudge
Some open with ease
Some open at the sight of you
Some open to please
And some are always open


Closing a Door

Will she cry a thousand tears?
Alone
She manifests her worst fears
Jettison those who trusted
Swiftly her deceit lingers still
Chasing after her lies
Is it exhausting or
Does it give her a thrill?

Questioning a Door

Why open this door
The responsibility
You choose to ignore?

Opening a Door

Perigee - Our worlds could not be
Perdition keeps your door iced
Closed up tight
Stony habitual silence
Cross sections hack at fractured thoughts
Layers hundreds deep your crinoline
Oil the hinges
Dust the snow from your steps
Allow entry you’ve been closed up tight long enough
Open and display that beacon of kindness.

Kristen Haskell

Posted proudly over on her site Living In The Middle
Listed as #65 over on Magpie Tales 43