The Door

He blows it wide open
The wind rushes around the room
Papers are flying everywhere
And I stay exactly where I am.

He screams at me to come out the door
“What are you waiting for?”
As if my freedom meant something to him
What would he gain by it?

As fast as he came, he left.
The room was quiet
So I cleaned it up
Shook my head at the audacity.

Another comes along
Knocks lightly on the door
I stand by the table
Holding onto it, just in case.

He taps lightly again
Whispers something only he can hear.
Then mumbles as he turns around
To walk away from the door.

That night as I pray
I tell God
To please send me
Someone in the middle of those two.

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