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