Fighting For It

This is just gonna be where I post all of the poems that I write on here. I also put them on my dA (Cenitopius.Deviantart.Com) and my Facebook for those of you who already have it.
This series would probably have been called 'A Little Bit of Poetry' if it weren't for the fat that Fighting For It (101) was so descriptive of the whole series in it's name that I had to use it here as well.


26. The Thing About Doorways...

Here's a doorway. It's common,
I see it every day.
I don't always love it,
and sometimes I'm going through the other way,
But every time I do I say 'Thank God...',
Because every other doorway in this building leads
To somewhere that isn't here.
The moment I walk through is the start of something,
And the moment I walk back out is the end of it.
It's a fun workout, but it's one that requires a lot of endurance.
I never didn't go through one way, but I sometimes postponed the other.
I remember wanting to talk, like the room was safety, like a mother.
It's something that to me, caused me to care.
I wanted order in here, which didn't matter out there.
I cleaned and organized and was always thanked,
Which I never understood; it was the maintenance of a home.
'Thanks for making sure that you're okay,' it was to me,
And it seemed as strange as saying that does today.
It was just the place I could think and be me.
This is the doorway to my old English class.

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