06/11/2018
Did it just appear?
Is it designed by the divine
or simply the desperation?
So appealing.
Constructed with good intentions
and desire for adventure.
A confident push of the hand towards the knob.
The familiar slide and click of a chain of responsibility.
The snap of the deadbolt as loud as routine.
The turn of a key is haunting as the mundane.
One hand cannot turn it.
Two hands reveals the urgency of trying too hard.
The shoulder swings back and thrusts with denial.
Time passes with each emotional fist to door.
The echo of banging shadows over the silence of disappointment.
Back pressed hard against the frame for fear of missing out.
The knees grow numb hugging the chest of patience and content.
Knuckles bruised and heart heavy
the simplicity of circumstance persists.
All whilst behind the pings of pride
and shouts of unsettled attitude
a new creation is being formed, one made of more than
selfish wants and easy answers.
One made from patience, meticulous plannings,
opportunities to exalt the hands that laid it ahead.
This door.
This door is made for leaders.
This door is made from uncomfortable situations.
This door is made in growth and in struggle.
Crafted in the mundane to glorify the ordained.
This door does not reveal its self to those who bang on locked doors.
