The Door
Before me there is a door
With a rusty wooden handle
I feel like I\'ve stood here before
Like a stoic vandal
The smell of moisture hits me
Like a rotting decay
Should I reach for the knob
Or stay away
On the other side there\'s history
Like a trunk full of memories
A whole damn story
But you have to pick out a few fleas
I stand rooted to the Earth
Not knowing what to do
From the moment of birth
I was still part of you
I feel my hand outstretch
But dear God I\'m scared
I\'m afraid that there might be a catch
Or the feelings might not be shared
I\'m scared of backsliding
Or feeling inadequate
This wild horse I\'m riding
Doesn\'t mean shit
Could I rewrite history
And fix the bitterness
Time does fade slowly
There\'s nothing I want to miss
I don\'t want any regrets
Or blackness inside me
But the world pays its bets
And life turns to insanity
I twist the knob slowly
And open the door carefully this time
I remove all the weeds to see
And cut away each vine
When I open my eyes I see beauty
Surrounded by a lot of pain
I\'ll set our bond free
If you help me unlock the chain
A.D. Small
August 16, 2023