The Door

In the past I have suffered through loss we all have. What is it about losing someone that takes so much from us? It’s like your were locked in your own room for a very long time You only know what was in that room The way it smells……… the warmth it provides You feel safe in this room…its home You know where everything is and in this room anything is possible But then one day you come home and the room is wrecked There’s suddenly no comfort that the room can give You look around a realize your room has changed and you don’t know how it happened Nothing is where it should be and you feel like the walls are closing in on you The space that use to provide safety now feels like the darkest place on earth Then the unthinkable happens We come home and the room is locked And all we can think about is how great that room was How warm it made us feel and we long to have the keys once again Now out in the cold we can see through the windows and inside our past stares back That’s how we feel….locked out from a place that was ours So we stay their…..in the cold Until one day we’re standing in front of a new door And the knob turns once more.