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that doorway
by Gabrielle L GervaisThere are piles of thoughts
and they bury each other. I sift through them. I separate them and I mix them- trying to make order
Trying to organize in a room with no space
I stand in the doorway of growth and I cannot enter- I push and shove all night
but they wont let me in. I wont let me in. I pick up a thought from the mounds overflowing- and I cannot think- I cannot solve- I cannot move on to the next.
There is never clarity- I can never see the floor of the room- I cannot inch even a toe into it.
But let me tell you something. Sometimes I turn my back to that doorway- and I choose another, as there are thousands of directions in which to go
. But that room never changes- the density is never subdued
And it is always there
inhibiting me.
Sometimes I forget- and I feel free
sometimes I go off and explore
And I grow up
I grew up. But I came back- I always come back- and I cry in the doorway of growth.
07/05/2003 Posted on 11/05/2003
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