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Closed Door
by Tota LongmireSo, once again, I find myself here, in this place
With my gut wrenching, mind racing and I
Can’t sleep, with heart twists…
How can this be?
This isn’t how it’s supposed to work out
A year of keeping people at arms’ reach
And suddenly I start to notice this
Empty space right next to me.
After everything I was supposed to
Be able to turn to stone and
To be happy being alone.
But I’ve been here before,
I’ve stood on this side of the door.
My eyes fill with tears and
I pause with my hand on the knob,
So many times the other side of the door
Has hid a path to misery.
“I’m scared,” a prayer to the wood grain,
A whisper, probably breathed in vain.
I do not know what’s behind
Door number three.
The unknown scares me. 01/19/2014 Posted on 01/19/2014
Copyright © 2024 Tota Longmire
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 01/19/14 at 12:02 PM This *STELLAR* poem touches me very much.There is an innocent honesty about it and expressed uniquely well. Thank you for sharing. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/19/14 at 01:04 PM I don't own any stance or hold any degree but a human one, but think the last stanza describes the human condition, perfectly. The unknown is and remains our dilemma and we go through all sorts of contortions, both political, philosophical and psychological and spiritual to try and absolve us of this fact which only the sheer act of love can remedy. Lest we have love in our lives, the unknown will frighten and debilitate. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/19/14 at 01:45 PM It is worth the effort regardless of how many times a heart is torn, wrenched, beaten to near death. It is worth all the trauma of being human, though at times it seems not. Wonderful write lady. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/19/14 at 10:39 PM For whatever reason, loved one(s) lost, brings both sadness and loneliness and longing with always a touch of trepidation. |
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