A Door, A Poem

Door handles in the front door with Aarhus Tol...

Door handles in the front door with Aarhus Toldkammers initials: AT on top of each other (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A Door

One door closes and I remember to breathe,

A fresh breath

Rather than the ones that have grown stale

As I tried to move forward against the rope that

Continued to pull me back,

Again and again

And again.

 

Finally,

The scissors came along,

Cutting the ropeΒ (an accessory gone wrong),

Searing me from the past

And freeing me for the open door,

Without a tug left to my back and

Without a thumb to keep me down.

Β©2012 Christy Birmingham

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26 thoughts on “A Door, A Poem

  1. jnine0712

    All I kept thinking about here was the proverbial old saying of how when one door closes another opens and that no one (the thumb can keep us done in the end. Beautiful and great message!!

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  2. John Evans

    Very nice poetry Christy! We should not ever let anyone hold us back. Your Voice is being heard as well. You have much gifted talent and insight.

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  3. Marko

    May the wonder of Christmas shine in your hearts and bring warmth to those you love. And may the New Year be happy and peaceful to all the people on earth.

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