Doorways

Think

How many doorways

We pass through

In a lifetime?

Some

We casually stroll

Through

Some

We race through

Because we’re running late

For work

Or

Some place 

We just have to be

To make this person

Or that person

Happy we attended

Their day of needing

Humans around them!

Yes

These doorways we deem

All so important!

We rush and go

To the trouble of always

Being on time  

But

There are some folks

Who would trade anything

For the troubles

We walk through each day

For theirs

Without hesitation! 

For

Their doorways lead in

And

Out

Of

Hell!

For the abused

The torn down

The unwanted  

Doorways

That take unbelievable courage

To walk out of

And

Never return!

Like the home

Of

The battered wife

Her eye swollen shut

Her lip split

Scarlett drops of blood

Running down her chin

Baby on her hip

Scared out of her mind

That he will wakeup

Before she makes it out

Makes it to her car

Turns the ignition

Lights off

Creeping down

The driveway

Then down the road

And

Away from

The nightmare marriage

She had grown

To call normal!

So

The next time

You’re rushing out the door

Stop and think

What doorways

Some folks

Have had to go through

And

Your worries 

Won’t seem so significant

Your time so pressing

Your life so awful

From my book, When The Cedars Shade Your Grave