The door invites in appearance
with its warm, enchanting hue
and beautiful, shining
golden accessories.
One might walk up to it,
engage it in conversation,
ask to pass through it.
“Enter not,” it says in reply,
its hard, wood self
stiff with loyalty
to those behind it.
“Instead, stare up me,
think of the opportunities
that lie behind,
the people you could meet,
the things you can do.
But do not dare touch me–
do not knock
and do not run your fingers
along my beautiful paint.”
The door stays steady,
even,
its color aggressive and its handle
full of metallic bite
and strength.
“Go away for now,”
commands the door.
“You may come back,
but you many never come in.”
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The Yellow Brick Ave 
This is powerful, Joy. I’ve come across plenty of doors like that in my life (especially as a deaf guy) and all I could do was turn around and leave and seek doors that were welcoming. We may never discover what lies behind some of those doors, but perhaps that’s for the best. We can find kindness and solace and even success in many places. I suppose we just need to keep looking. 🙂
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Thanks, Mike. I come from a very privileged position that most doors are open for me or will open for me, so I need to consider whether I am building doors that will be open and welcoming for other people.
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moist wet
and yet
i wait
for another place
cos the wood swells
and i can tell
this shit aint fa me
see?
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A fine write. Sadly, doors like this are just as often resistant to letting those inside them out as well..
Salute!
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Very true. Thank you.
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Powerful, beautiful.
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Thank you!
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