The Door
But, then in a blink of an eye I have to face you.
I have to stare you down and find the courage inside to turn that little round knob that you hold, with all it's glimmer and glory, yet I dislike the very thought of reaching out and grasping it.
Now, if but for a moment I think of what extending my hand means. It means that I have to leave my family behind and walk into the world outside, it means that by walking through that threshold I have to miss my children growing up, it means that I have to say goodbye to the ones that I hold most near and dear to my heart.
Door in this moment, if I were able, I would fight, I would tell you no and stand up to you in the very way I protect my family. But deep down I know I must go, I must take that step into the world and leave the ones I love behind.
Yet somehow and in someway you figure out how to make up for this. You are always there, sturdy and strong, bold and ready.
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I know what's behind you and I know what you hold inside.
Door although I despise opening you in the morning, I love reaching for your glowing/shimmering handle in the evening, where my wife and kids wait, ever so patiently for my return. Without fail you open up like a raging river, pouring out a life full of love and laughter, with a wife and children that always want to wrap their arms around me, just to show me that they missed me.
Once inside I shut you and forget about you until I have to face you again the next day. Door although I dread you in the morning, I love walking through you when the day is done.
- Daniel Baker
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