The Opening and Closing of Doors

There are three rooms (and two bathrooms) that my cats are not allowed in. My study, my bedroom, and my newly completed playroom.

Essentially, any room with a door.

When I move between rooms in my house, I am always opening and closing doors. It has become an art for me, drawing the door closed behind me and opening those in front of me with just enough force that it doesn't hit the wall. My fingers know the stained grain of the doors; their edges have gouged my hands, leaving marks and small scars.

I wonder, at times, if I go through life the same way. Opening doors in front of me, closing them behind. Who am I trying to protect? Myself?

Or the people waiting on the other side?

One thought on “The Opening and Closing of Doors”

  1. I think you aren’t the only one who goes through life , closing and opening the doors along the way.
    How does one know what is on the other side , once the door is closed..
    We never know.. really.

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