The Open Doors & the Slammed Ones,

 

Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows... ~William Shakespeare

It is the open arms that we long for;

the bright lighting up of the eyes when we enter the room.

An old man can deny it, but the 5 year old within still knows.

We want to be welcomed like a sunflower field,

or the sweet voice of a grandmother at the door.

The need to truly belong is a force in itself.

You see everything in life has an impact;

the power of love and the compulsion of hurt.

The open doors and the slammed ones,

the last words spoken and the welcoming's,

our heart never forgets them.

You were too weary for open arms,

and too hurt to truly shine.

Truths an old man can discern,

but a child 

 can only feel lost in the darkness of it all.

For it is the open arms that we long for;

the bright lighting up of the eyes when we enter the room.

An old man can deny it, but the 5 year old within me still knows.

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