A Door

A door has slammed in my face
It closed so suddenly
that I never even knew it was there
The handle still turns
so it's not yet locked
But something strong and fierce
is pushing against it
Holding it firmly closed
A blast of arctic wind, perhaps
Icy cold and so much stronger then I am
Exerting it's power, making me shake
I feel the chill creeping
into the cracks around the door
Freezing me where it touches
Numbing my heart and burning my soul
as I try with all my might
to once again open this door

May 9, 2005
Copyright Michelle Simpson