(The Doors of Perception and Deception)
I sometimes walk through the doors to demons
I stand firm and look them in the eye
And taunt them until they cry
I am defiant and righteous
I put them in their place
And then slam the door in their face
Sometimes a door opens to a special memory
I stay and visit for awhile
I let it permeate through my senses
I feel the sun on my face — and I smile
When I leave — I shut that door quietly
Sometimes a door will lead to to a time when I was a child
When I didn’t know the world was so wrong
When I didn’t know the pain of someone gone
I like to leave that door cracked open for a while
Once I found a door to dementia
I don’t know how I got there
Another opened to a place of despair
I couldn’t find the light switch anywhere
An infinite number of spaces and places
I have visited with my imagination
I could stay in each—and any—for as long as I’d like
But this is my favorite room
JArtB
February 2, 2021