The
Doors
Dragging
at my feet are doors galore
Some
never opened
Some
relocked and
Key
tossed down the throat
With a
vodka shot
Rusted
locks tempt me with promises
Of
treasures lost
Destinies
misplaced
Turns I
missed
Choices
never mine to make
Doors
rankle with every step
Grow
heavier by minute
Bogging
me down with
What
isn’t but should have been
Or
could have been
Freedom
is what I seek
From gnawing
pustules
Of
yesterdays and tomorrows
To rise
and soar
Unshackled,
Unbridled, Unaffected
The Doors is one of those poems that struck me right away in a way that was so personal. Doors, or possibilities, paths we may have chosen but didn't, rooms we could have entered but did not because of fears, must haunt those who have never experienced a sense of freedom or a life removed from fear. The first stanza is great poetry, colloquial language and vivid ending with a powerful image! This poem moved me because I too have not entered the doors I should have, because of fears and worries. How many others are the same? I suspect many! I think this is a poem that reflects the frustrations and wishes of so many people trapped by fears and wishing they could move on, wondering if freedom is real, hoping it is, longing for it in order to "rise and soar." This is a great poem, Nalini. It moved me a great deal.
ReplyDeleteThank you Gary for taking time to read the poem and write critique. journey through this world is mostly a lonely endevour. It is one thing to write and express and another to be understood and empathized. I am glad that my this poem could find a resonance in your heart.
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