Doorways

A door is both a beginning and an end; it symbolizes the future, ever forward, the journey onwards. And it symbolizes that ended journey that we're leaving behind.

I sit, alone, by the window

As the rain patters down

It is a soothing rain

That many criticize and hate

But don't understand

Despite my being in this house, my mind is worlds away

Traveling Middle Earth, amidst Hobbits, Elves and Dwarves

Or locked away in some far-flung place

Trapped in a Pit with the Pendulum

Places that pull away the tides of reality

Revealing the milky dreams beneath

Each page a journey, each line a life

The entirety, a world! 

Begging to be explored and charted 

Calling to navigators and explorers, all

I hold in my hands not a book bound by paper and glue

But a doorway ajar

Leading me to dream-places 

Away from the world

Reviews

[Pi Cee]

I love that the description is actually optimistic, considering the last conversation we had. I love the piece too, reminds me of days I'd curl up on my grandmother's porch in a light rain with a pile of books under my jacket beside me. I always loved words, little tiny doorways, taking you anywhere you'd let them...