Closing Doors

[sammul]

People don't understand the fear,
but its a fear we all share.
The fear of doors, the shutting door.
the shut door. the door with the window,
the door with the hole.
You're scared you know.

Walking down the hallway,
a door at the end slowly shutting,
as you get closer. Shutting slower,
What happens when it shuts? Will it open?
Will you get stuck?

Looking through the door window,
seeing the tragedy, the comedy, the love story...
seeing...not being able to help, to laugh,
to take part.
Life was cut short before it could start.

Listening through the hole in the door,
the muffeling, the scuffeling, the hushing.
You're worring, straining, wishing.
Watching the story in you're head, guessing.

What to do where to go, what happened to the
doors of long ago. The open doors, the doors
that swung both ways. What happened to the
doors of the olden days. When did my
opportunity become a barrier of regret.
When did my hall of doors become
a jail of things that could have been.
From what heights have I fallen,
that the slamming of one door could
so thouroughly and completly stall my life.
Which one of these doors have locked my hope away?
.... How could I begin to open it in this state?