As the Door Closes

As the door closes, I stand motionless

Little hunch in my back because of what my shoulders are holding

Unknowingly shorter so I’m feeling like I’m upright

Reflections of my direction directed by mirrored interpretations by

My weapon of mass destruction, my mind is under construction

Reluctantly accompanying my heart to the next juncture

Moving passed the punctured holes of my past, the devastation

My reality crumbled as do all man-made creations.

As the door closes, I stand motionless

Little pressure in my chest because of what my lunges try to process

Progress without struggle is the life I see in others

If I’m wrong, that means their strong or smart enough to keep it under cover

Another close friend said it was written on my face

Suggested I stop pretending if I hope to mend this shattered glass in my space

My state of mind is mystery to me I can’t conceive

My reality are dreams, it seems, I’m not sure who I am or who I hope to be

Seeing all this destruction, my mind is under construction

Reluctantly accompanying my heart to the next juncture

Functioning off muscle memory, the harmony of symmetry’s innovation

My reality crumbled as all man-made creations.

As the door closes, I begin to float away

No pressure even though there’s gravel in my pathway

Feeling like the last days, needing to exhale

No hunger but the game I played left parts of me emaciated

Gravitating to something clutching what seems to be my will

When I hear that door close, Lord Knows, I’ll want to break it down

Sounds of inner voices reliving choices, courting me not to back down

Of course it’s all about the focus, relentless intent not to turn back now

This is just the beginning of building what He intended…I tell myself

This is just the beginning of what He truly intended, I remind myself.