don't lock that door....

i'm reaching deeper this morning than i actually have the strength to

wanting desperately to explain what doors mean to me

but most of my words are being wimps

and

they're all still in bed wrapped up in the down comforter i left behind

peering out at me with

"don't even think about touching us"

raised eyebrows

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soon they'll yell out

"you'll get nothing from us until we get a cup of hot tea"

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my url is "more doors"

did you know that

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at the time of those chosen words we had moved 13 times

and

i had always loved what i found behind a new door in a new house in a new town.

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but now doors symbolize everything to me. and right now i have some doors floating around in my head playing tag with me. begging me to open them. to try something new. telling me i can do it. that there is so much i'm missing out on.

and

a few

well they run away as soon as my fingers get close to their old glass knobs

looking back at me laughing

reminding me i'm not good enough for what's behind them.

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those are the ones i want to run after and beat down with my bare hands

after i've kicked them in

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i think

it's time to get my running shoes on

and

maybe grab a crow bar

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i can see now that i have some work to do

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