Doors and windows.
The only way I can think to tackle the topic for the day is to write a poem about it. It so happens that on this fine day, I am not inspired to go into a lengthly fictional story about ‘doors and windows.’ So here goes.
When one door closes, another door opens,
When one door closes and another door doesn’t open,
Why, we might be forgiven
When our thoughts head to the window
And our hands grab the pillow
Light and soft but a shield for our hand,
Wrapped around the hand that breaks the pane
Window smashed in two to make a way
For a heart that had a door slammed in its face
A heart whose zeal would not open the second door
For a heart that thought of a third way to break-out
– of the confines that the first door tried to maintain
Doors and windows both lead out,
So when one door closes, and a second one won’t open…
Go ahead and break the window.
The only way is – out.
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