The Door Poem by Stephen Holland

The Door


He was left in a haze with regret and despair
The door firmly closed he lived his nightmare
He stumbled through this life his dream unfulfilled
Relationships ruined his loving heart stilled
His hope long abandoned his life at half mast
No hope for the future and a pitiful past

Then returned to his life through the half opened door
The same girl he worshiped so many years before
He pushed ‘til it opened, a glimmering hope
She backtracked and panicked and finally broke
She peered through the door to find him still there
Stood patiently waiting, he won’t go anywhere

She opened the door once again to his life
She knows of his anguish his pain and his strife
She wonders why this man still stood at her door
Didn’t push so much harder all those years before
So stood on the threshold his life does begin
Through the door to her heart she invites him within