The knock came softly yesterday. Unexpected,
perhaps too late. Today she watches the bolted door
from inside, and waits. With trembling fingers,
she summons the strength to turn the key,
To swing wide the barricades, to open her heart
and her trust yet again. She weighs the risks,
of losing another piece of who she used to be,
or gaining some back. She holds her breath.
There is no anger, no bitterness, her thoughts
tempered by the warmth of a childhood memory.
Alas, today, a second look and a second knock
confirms what she had already known.
The sad knowledge that she wishes him well
without her seeps through the cracks. Wistful,
she peeps through the hole at a sacred promise
broken, and she stares in the face of guilt.
Close the door on the past. You don’t try to forget the mistakes, but you don’t dwell on it. You don’t let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space.
– Johnny Cash
Don’t let people disrespect you. My mom says don’t open the door to the devil. Surround yourself with positive people.
– Cuba Gooding, Jr.
A man will be imprisoned in a room with a door that’s unlocked and opens inwards; as long as it does not occur to him to pull rather than push.
– Ludwig Wittgenstein