Poem by Dana L. Young
I realized today that your door
Is much more than a piece of wood
Shaped to fit your doorway
With an entry and exit point.
I realize that your door moves
In time with your emotions.
As your emotions are fleeting
But felt very deeply,
It means your door is never
Stuck in one position long.
I’ve seen the anger that slams
Your door with force.
Witnessed the sorrow that keeps your door closed as you listen to
Your spiritual music.
When you are happy and approachable
Then your door remains wide open,
Letting in light from the hallway and
Removing the physical barrier.
Your door is a visible, tangible thing,
Yet it is an emotional barrier when
You are actively shutting me out
And ignoring me.
Your cold shoulder is portrayed
Through your closed door.
As you firmly lock yourself away
Like Cinderella trapped in her tower.
Except you trap yourself by choice.
You have a door of emotions
That I don’t know how to navigate.
How to figure out a way to reach you.
Because this is not just as simple
As opening your door.
Not when it involves your emotions
That change quicker than the seasons.
And I don’t know what side of your door
That I will see tomorrow.
Poem by Dana Young (c) June 2026
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