Shut the Windows But Open the Door
I have sat here for long
Beside the burning stove, in the lingering smoke
Of the spices and heat
My face burns and my hand hurts
My eyes fill with tears
But I dare not
I dare not cross
The threshold
I was younger, much more beautiful
My hair of black, my skin - chestnut brown
But now it has scales
And the sparkle that I had in my eyes
Was slowly gone, vanished before I even knew
And now all they have is the steel of uncertainty
Death and pause.
I look at my image
Her eyes, her nose, her hair like mine
The same glow, sparkle and shine
And years from now
She will be let in a similar dysfunctional functionality
And her years and life
Will go down the loop
Of every day death and no new life.
But if we go
The brunt or the blow
I will have her killed
And die myself, never get off
The tide that will wash me
And drown me in a sea of wavering lows
I hand her some cash, a bread
And whatever little of the fire I had left
As she walked out of the brown wooden door
I stayed in
Awaiting worse,
But a future
For my daughter who today crossed that door.
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