Doors

A door shuts slowly

the shadow replaces the light, leaving the room in darkness.

On the other side, one slams open

and light blinds the room with blinding glare.

As I offer, I take.

I arrive and I leave

the companionship

of new and old.

Coming back, for certain

As who - I don't know.

But I leave with malaise -

at loss and confused.

Who am I to please?

Who am I to be?

The rush of it, the glare, may blind me forever

But as my eyes adjust

I hope to find beauty

So I take the chance.

A goodbye

And a hello.

A door shuts

And a door opens.