johnterry
Grafton, WV
age: 45
| My door Unhinged
She opens the door, but just a crack, looking out into the world full of unknowns. She wants to be loved, she wants to be held, she wants the world that the others have, of happiness with one, for only can two to share.
Lone and behold a stranger then comes, walking past the door she still has now cracked. He notices a little of the woman still there, still there but hidden behind the door she still holds now cracked. They talk and chat and begin to learn, in the stories they tell of each their lives, pasts. A closeness becomes the desire, of the man stranger who walked past the door, the door she still holds now cracked. And his door as well as injured lovers, dues, remains as his door, he still now holds cracked. The two they struggle with each of their minds, still attached and the holding their doors, still now both cracked. They talk about theirs fears as they shared their time of chat, on philosophy, the economy, of life , so much they talk about. Such great friends they become as each still holds both doors still now cracked.
He mentioned one day another he’d meet, to learn of her like a new winding street. Another he meets as he did this one before, he notices little of the woman in waiting, waiting there hold her door now cracked. They met and talk a new language for two, with both in interest of each it seems, of each they two, still holding their doors now cracked.
He returned to the first one he met, the she still holds now cracked, and shares the story of the one he met, his door he too still holds now cracked. She encourages she friend to seek, the other he met, he talked of fear for his heart to protect, his door still held and now still cracked. She talks a lesson of love of two, she talks of life, sad one, not of two. That night they depart as they often do, the door she still holds now cracked, the door he still holds and now cracked.
As the night moved on he stay in his thoughts, of the words, examples, the lesson she talked. Then his mind created a question, a question so wide, all about the door he still holds and now cracked. “How am I to live a life so full, while I still hold my door and still now cracked. What if I were to remove my the wall the surrounds, the built to protect my heart unbound. Then the door I still hold and now still cracked, I’d need no more, no hinge or mount. In excitement he begins his work, fist this one and that one he tore them all out. He took down the walls, the bars, the cloaks, filled in the waters with dirt in to the moat. Each and every style of fence, everything he used as defense, against the world he feared the most, to protect his heart from anyone getting close. Till’ at last he found himself, standing alone and in his hand, a single door he still holds, no longer open, nor closed nor cracked. A door unhinged, it seems the end, of fear and pain trapped all with in. He hears the sounds of distant love. He see the world all bright and all around him. He hears the words that lovers share, he smell the flowers both far and near. He heart now feels for the first in years, a true happiness, not pain, not fear. All of the emotions of choice and of no choice, he sees himself, for the first time this day. He stares at the door, his long time friend, and realizes, that this is no friend. What a breathe he takes deeply inside his lungs, he raises that door far above his head. I makes this vow to the world and himself, as he tosses that door in to the loss of depth, “Never shall I build a wall, never shall I construct a fence, never ever shall I allow a barrier, to separate me from living again.”
With pride and joy he dashed to the first. And when he arrived he found, her door was closed. He knocked and he pounded for all he was worth, he screamed and he shouted, but not a word she heard. The it took him so hard and mean, such pain oh dear, how can one endure. He stepped back to see if he could scale those walls, but they were too high, no top at all. With grief he wondered back and forth, the love still pounding so hard was his heart. He wept and cried then anger took, him by his throat and spoke loud and bold, “My teacher of life a lesson I’ve learned, I’ve come to share the experience with in!” But, no sound, no word, no speech was heard, his ears heard nothing, but the beating of with in, him. In pain of separation from the first one he knew, he feels a love that he never knew, for the first, the one, who’s lesson he learned, to stand alone, in the cold as it burned. Still, no answer to his cry, no reply to his plea, no response, no response, no response at all.
With emotions raging, and then dieing again, with happiness coming and leaving like the wind, he wonders away lost, from the first one he knew. Time runs endless, so it seemed in that minute, for the next is even longer, but, it was only a second. Till’ finally a word he heard deep down inside, a warning had sound, getting loud, and loud, a warning of a prison, being build there inside. He closed his eyes for a moment and then, remembered the vow, he swore never again. As he opened his eyes he said unto himself, “I choose to live, and live I do again.”
“Listen to me and you will learn a lesson. Happiness is mine each day I live. Happiness is love shared with the second I’ve met. Happiness is having a newly found friend. Happiness is hearing the sound of the wind. Happiness is seeing lovers again. Happiness is the smell of a new sent. Happiness is I, and I happiness is. I removed each wall with in, I removed all including each hinge, until I was left with just on thing, I was left with a door, my door unhinged.
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nab5055
Medford, NJ
age: 43
| When one door of happiness closes, another opens,
but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one that has been opened for us.
Helen Keller
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