When the sound of a slamming door

echoes for too long, it reveals truths

only a healed heart can hear



Because before it closed, it framed the gateway

to promises made and dreams held,

somehow innocent in intention



Because as it closed, it carried the weight

of differences unreconciled and frailty revealed,

somehow reinforced in anger



Because after it closed, it defined the difference

of what came before and what would be,

somehow twisted in solid foundations



When those intentions uttered so long ago still linger

after slamming doors fall silent and friendship comes full circle,

that door serves as a bridge connecting you and I





photo: mine



prompt: Discover Challenge