The Door

You open your heart to me, and let me glimpse inside
I am the happiest I have ever been.
But then you realize what you have done
And close that door again
And I cry inside
Knocking loudly
Wanting to get back in.

I don’t understand you!
You seem so happy when you fling the door wide open
And we both share what exists inside
So carefree and happy
But then your face clouds over
And the door begins to shut
And neither of us enjoy it.

So why do you let it close so freely?
While I scramble to keep it open
Jamming my fingers as it slams shut
But still not letting go
While you just stand by and watch me
A small spark of hope in your eyes
That maybe I’ll succeed

And yet you do not help me
Only remaining in the shadows; looking on
As I struggle with your closing door
And I can’t understand why.
DO you think that you are protecting me?
From what lurks behind the door?
Afraid that it may scare me, as it does you?

But what you do not realize,
Is the you could never scare me
And that the only way I could ever run
Is toward you
For the further away I get
The harder the door closes
And the more my fingers hurt, from the struggle to keep it open.

As fragile as you think I am,
These shoulders are sturdier than they appear
They can take the burdens that you place on them
I will not bend and strain beneath their mass
For you will be there to keep me standing
As I lean upon your door
And it opens for support.

Bardic
January 1998