The Door We Don’t See

By Preeti Kathuria
Picture credits: @preeti.kath

With direction, purpose, et al
It stands gracefully like a wall, 
Knocked, banged and slammed,
The door braves through it all.
Keys gossip and muckrake him,
Thresholds always resist him; 
Sorrow sees him as an end,
The door serves us through it all. 
Inviting, offering a sense of arrival,
He treasures that gaze of longing,
Or one leaning on it for closure…

The door secures us through it all. 

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