Doors

Doors 

Every door that opens 

may release another you.

          Maybe another victory. 

          another failure 

          another chance 

          or another 

          empty barrel 

Every door that closes 

may block,

           The kisses 

           or the tears 

           the laughing 

           or the screaming 

           the fire or the ice. 

But either way 

every closed door has some sort of window

as thin as insect wings. 

Every open door has some form of light,

allowing all that is good 

and all that hurts to fuse together 

into what we like to call Fall or Spring.