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A Wooden Door
I am a door,
Not some flimsy door that can
go both ways.
I am a wooden door
Strong, sturdy, standing,
I go in one direction,
Forward.
I can be broken down
Or seen through
I can let you in
Or shut you out
I can be stubborn and not move at all,
I can stop almost anything,
I can be worn
With age and just
Plain life,
Some people don’t know what happens
Behind my closed doors,
Hiding the things that happen inside,
But it doesn’t matter though
For I am nothing more
Than a wooden door.
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I had to do a poem piece in class, and my teacher read us a poem called Sifter by Naomi Shihad Nye. It is about a woman who compared herself to a flour sifter. Everyone else thought of a rock or a hammer, but for some unknown reason I could relate to a door.