i'm reaching deeper this morning than i actually have the strength to
wanting desperately to explain what doors mean to me
but most of my words are being wimps
they're all still in bed wrapped up in the down comforter i left behind
peering out at me with
"don't even think about touching us"
soon they'll yell out
"you'll get nothing from us until we get a cup of hot tea"
my url is "more doors"
did you know that
at the time of those chosen words we had moved 13 times
i had always loved what i found behind a new door in a new house in a new town.
but now doors symbolize everything to me. and right now i have some doors floating around in my head playing tag with me. begging me to open them. to try something new. telling me i can do it. that there is so much i'm missing out on.
well they run away as soon as my fingers get close to their old glass knobs
looking back at me laughing
reminding me i'm not good enough for what's behind them.
those are the ones i want to run after and beat down with my bare hands
after i've kicked them in
it's time to get my running shoes on
maybe grab a crow bar
i can see now that i have some work to do