The Door Ajar

I’m leaving this door ajar
Look at me staring at my reflection in the mirror
Poking and pondering at all these marks left upon me
From years past

These marks, vicious
They have a way to turn alliances
Into battlegrounds
Gifts into trojan horses

It’s a heavy door
Heavy, ornate
I try to catch a glimpse of your eyes in the mirror
A self made obstruction
Is the hardest to reconcile with

December 19, 2023