Old Doors

les-portes

This open door
And none quite like it,
Made her wonder
How she found it.
Out of the dark,
Former claustrophobic.
She forgot the part,
Why she was home sick.
Having left once before,
Made her wary,
Of this same kind of door,
Now she tarry.
As she steps through,
A small tinge of regret,
Made her remember,
Why she chose to forget.

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