Closures Wide OpenA Poem by DianneR
"When one door closes, another opens."
An opening of a door but not in the literal sense. A closing of the same door but only figuratively speaking. It is closing due to its opening. The very opposite is at force here. Why bother? Maybe because we need to create our own little rooms of hurt. Of pain. Of loss. Of regrettable memories. What if the door remained open? Maybe it would scare us into reality. Discomfort requires risk. How many doors are we allowed to keep open? Maybe we have closed too many. Carelessly. Without ruminating on the possibilities. What about the air? Shouldn't it be circulating through the open door and not be held captive? Maybe we don't want to breathe fresh air. Stale is our comfort zone. How many times must we open our minds so as not to feel the draft from the slamming door that closes behind us? Maybe our thoughts have to hit the wall. A door. They need something solid to stop them in their tracks. If we close our hearts, shouldn't we at least open a vent? How else will we breathe healthy, clean air to refresh our weary soul? Maybe, just maybe, it's the heart that keeps the doors open. Just enough. We breathe. And we sigh. It's only our mind that thinks they're closed. Image courtesy of carlacolletto.com
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1 Review Added on July 29, 2018 Last Updated on July 30, 2018 AuthorDianneRMountainous Western NC, NCAboutMy new life chapter now can be suggested in the literal sense. After years of procrastination, it has come down to this: Why have I blocked myself? I have enjoyed writing for many years and for a myri.. more..Writing
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