May 7, 2009
By Katie Stone BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
Katie Stone BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
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Door shuts,
stopping the pain,
it can not seep through into my thick skin;
finally it has been shut out.

Door opens,
new possibilities:
bright future with no worries;
fresh start.

Door closes,
I hide behind
this person,
someone I am not.

Door opens.
I am free.
Happiness is in the beaming light ahead,
grasping it with my fingers.

Door shuts,
you can’t get to me.
No pain will seep into this stone cold heart,
I will withstand all because I have to withstand all.

Door opens,
I can get away.
Run as fast as I can,
but like a game of tag, my fate is catching up with me.

Door shuts,
it hit me hard like a right hook to the jaw,
shattering my mask,
my shield that has kept me from reality.

But finally I am okay with just being myself.

The author's comments:
My teacher gave us the prompt of writing about doors or windows, i decided to write the poem metaphorically.

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