This I Believe

William - Warren, Michigan
Entered on March 8, 2007
Age Group: 30 - 50

This I believe

Life’s Doors

Walking through life’s doors

You’re bound to get a few

Slammed in your face

Fingers caught between lock and jamb

In pain not able to move on

Stuck with throbbing digits

Until released

Licking our wounds

Moving fitfully to the next entrance

Putting distance between us

And those painful doors

Looking for that one

That opens to enlightenments bower

Truth’s conclave

Soul’s destination

Sometimes the doors open by themselves

Other times we have to jimmy the locks

Not to break and enter no

Peeking to see what lies within

If this is house of home and kindred

Walking through life’s doors

Eventually after stove digits, bruised noses, and blackened eyes,

We all find our homes in this life,

They lay where we have yet to travel.

Possibly behind the next door.