A Wooden Door

January 29, 2018
By , Monticello, IL

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,




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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LA Teacher said...
yesterday at 10:58 am
There is so much about your poem that I love! But the metaphorical reference to the door is something everyone can relate to. Amazing work Addie!!! To you it might be a poem you wrote, but to others, it is a reference to their soul.
iodtiger said...
Feb. 24 at 4:53 pm
You are much more than a door. You are a priceless gem, that Jesus died for.
MagyarGypsy said...
Feb. 24 at 4:28 pm
Beautiful cousin Addie, you have a gift to write.
Sgrant said...
Feb. 24 at 4:17 pm
Beautiful. I really love it. Made me tear up a little.
Granny said...
Feb. 24 at 12:33 pm
Very much like JESUS knocking and we either we answer or deny HIM. A gift from JESUS keep writing ❤️
JMB2 said...
Feb. 24 at 10:31 am
Very insightful! It describes everyone at some point in their life so this poem relates to all. Thank you for sharing!
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