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They say that when a door closes
another one comes ajar
Well, I've been waiting and waiting
Doors slam in my face
Doors are quietly closed, while
Someone on the other side
Is laughing
Doors are barricaded
Doors are boarded
Doors are deleted from existence
I'm in a hallway
So many doors
But they won't let me in
I'm not pretty enough to go into the fancy ones
The ones with gold knobs
and posh voices coming from the other side
If I were strong and brave
I'd force some doors open
Or bang on them
Until someone heard me exist
But if implies the alternative
And I'm not strong and brave
I'm quiet
And I choose corners when there's a choice
Blend in with the wall
And hover around the doors
That seem nicer
But they close
And I'm still outside
I'm always outside
Watching doors close
And waiting for another one to open
But it hasn't so far.
another one comes ajar
Well, I've been waiting and waiting
Doors slam in my face
Doors are quietly closed, while
Someone on the other side
Is laughing
Doors are barricaded
Doors are boarded
Doors are deleted from existence
I'm in a hallway
So many doors
But they won't let me in
I'm not pretty enough to go into the fancy ones
The ones with gold knobs
and posh voices coming from the other side
If I were strong and brave
I'd force some doors open
Or bang on them
Until someone heard me exist
But if implies the alternative
And I'm not strong and brave
I'm quiet
And I choose corners when there's a choice
Blend in with the wall
And hover around the doors
That seem nicer
But they close
And I'm still outside
I'm always outside
Watching doors close
And waiting for another one to open
But it hasn't so far.
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Things they don't tell you.
Things they don’t tell you about losing your grandfather on a Tuesday night:
When you wake the next morning, you still
need to get out of bed in time for work, you still
have to shower, dress yourself, eat breakfast, brush
your teeth and hair;
and when your mother calls
to check in, you have to comfort her because she lost
her dad last night;
and when you call your grandmother
your voice cannot waver lest you upset her, because
she lost a man she's known for seventy years and even
though she would never hold it against you, you still
feel obligated not to cry;
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I'll Wait by the Water
This is the place where our memories began.
A creek at the bottom of a canyon,
red cliffs on either side and a giant
pond dam to the north that wildflowers grow on.
Paths that we created through the woods
and up and down those copper canyon walls
while we pretended to be wild Injuns
or wanted outlaws being hunted by a posse.
You were on your knees,
in the middle of the creek,
when I found you.
A neighbor girl, trespassing.
I had a mind to chase you off
until I asked what you were doing.
You looked at me, smiled, and said,
"Catching crawdads. Come help!"
After that day, we spent Springs and Summers
building fort walls and chasing frogs,
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I'm having a slight panic attack over my future and life choices. It's a good mood for poetry!
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ah, this makes sense, life can worry those, what door is the right one, no one knows.