That silly door
The silly oblong wooden brown door
The silly spot I kept stirring at waiting for it to open
I waited, longed, wished, hoped, prayed that it’d open
Open for my wishes to come true
Open for my yearnings to finally be met
Open for him to finally walk through
And so every time the knob turned and the hinges squeaked
My forlorn eyes would pop with a ready smile if he’d be the one to walk in
But he never came
For how long I’d been waiting? I couldn’t tell
But I know things were happening
Things I should have taken part in or at least paid attention to
Things I should have enjoyed,
There was singing, but no I shut my ears and mouth to it
There was dancing, but no, I refused to move my feet and body to the rhythm of it
There were colours and sights to see but I shut my eyes and mind to it
For how long, I never will know
And now I know that decades have past,
Dawn met noon and noon met dusk,
With an expressionless face I stare at the clock
It ticked, it tock
But still I played the sitting duck
And then I could hear the deafening silence
Where did everybody go?
The laughter and the songs?
The dance and the rhythm?
The colours and sights?
Everything seemed to have moved on except me
How did I know?
Because even common sense had found a way to pass through that closed door
It had passed that door and crept into my mind’s door
So with a hatchet in hand I stood to my feet
Walking to the object I had stared on for too long
No more was I going to sit waiting to it to open
I’d break it down and let myself out
With nothing but hope to start anew
To live, to laugh, to love.