Doors

Everyone has one,

Whether they realize

Or not.

Different people,

Different doors.

Wood,

Cement,

Plastic.

But if you meet

Someone like me,

Whose door is made

Of glass,

Be careful –

I am easily broken.

Inside my glass prison,

There is a lock.

To keep you out.

But when it fails,

And you manage

To open my door,

Know that if you

Upset me

And I slam my door

In your face

The glass will shatter

And plunge to the ground.

You will leave me

Cut,

Scratched,

Bleeding,

Broken.

Standing upon

The remains of my door.

But once I piece

My glass back together,

One.

By.

One.

It will be stronger

Than before.

The lock will not

Fail again.

And next time

You stand

Outside my door

And see my face,

Distorted,

Though the cracks.

I will smile

And leave you

Outside

My glass door.