Doors

Too much chatter

Always running 

But always behind

Can’t seem to get on top

Not even with a ladder

This room is packed

I can’t find my breath

Eyes cannot focus

Legs shake with nervousness

I don’t want to be here

But I feel I must stay

Just another day 

Right, at least til… 

I don’t even know if I can

I don’t know if I will

So much up in the air

Carried by the will of the wind

I finally let my feet

Again find the floor

I hurry toward the door

Quickly run out before

Anyone can catch me

And try to make me
Continue to endure

This dream they implore

Once again free

But no longer secure

So I type on these keys

Find some new thoughts to explore

When you go outside

Nothing holds you anymore

But you have to face what lies

Beyond those closed doors.