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Subject: Doors

Author:
Andrea

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Date Posted: 21:32:30 01/15/04 Thu

It really occurs to me
that I want a room with no doors.
Because doors let people in
Or maybe it's the house,
because the house locks them all together
with little paper walls that must mean love and perfection.
But none of it is really true.
I want to burn the paper walls
and leave the doors standing
So they could enter my room whenever they like.
But my room would be the world.
And I could do what I wanted and feel what I wanted
Without fearing the doors.
The doors are horrible, awful, dreadful things.
Full of spite and anger and rigidness
with a screaming creak that tells me
I'm stupid for thinking so.
And next to me sits and impressive, but stupid always,
pile of little paper walls, even smaller,
Holding in the hate, the sadness, soaking up the tears. Oh! I wish the fire would come and burn these walls
and leave me cool and calm in the fury, unscathed.
Only to step lightly over the ashes
never to carry any of them with me.
And I could leave them, for their better, or ther worse,
to rage at the uselessness of their door or to credit
the fiery incident
to themselves. Or maybe even secretly weep
into their own little paper walls.
And I would move on to the world, to better things,
to doors that open out.
Because that's the nature of doors...
none
are exactly alike.

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Replies:

Subject	Author	Date
Re	Myth	14:57:25 01/16/04 Fri
Thanks -- Andrea, 17:05:46 01/16/04 Fri
Re: doors	Mase	13:20:38 01/23/04 Fri

re	child of the hunt	22:44:55 03/28/04 Sun