Through Doors to Dimensions

(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