Door

Renovated but rustic

I stroll through my new home

Wanting to take it all in

Needing to make it my own

Every doorway a gift

Im homeless no longer

But theres one I think I missed

And I cant help but wonder

So I shuffle forward

My feet thankful for floor

Embarrassingly content

How could there be more?

As the knob twists inside I hear nothing

And gaze upon something utterly stunning

Im standing now deep in a memory

Staring at my past and what it means for me

I dont belong here I shouldn't have tried

But the streets are soo cold these past few nights

I step back quickly, slamming it shut

I deserve to take a breath, im worth that much

It swings open to look back at me

But now its my future and its outlining defeat

So i try and take solace in the moment at present

But if this is a victory it doesnt feel that different

Yes im warmer and my stomach is full

But the feeling im holding onto is increasingly dismal

Ive sacrificed all of me to finally be here

But I cant spend another second looking in this mirror

I board it up, along with the other reflective planes

Won't allow myself to play these deceptive games

The streets were my prison but now I've made my own

Take your shoes off at the door, Welcome home.