Not slammed in my face
but just calmly and sadly nudged
until the quiet click of the latch signals its stop in the jam.
My hand resting
on the door, pausing
in mourning for what has just been dismissed.
Feeling the strength
the solid piece
that I can't deny is needed for protection
of me. The deafening stillness
when the storm is shut outside.
Doors close
and I mourn the loss even as I
savour the peace and warmth
allow the comfort to envelope me, my head leans
against the jam.
Not in regret -
it leans as I pray a prayer of release,
a prayer of blessing over that which has been shut out.
Doors close.
I rest.
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