Closed Doors

Sometimes we shut ourselves off
from the rest of the world.
Close doors that we shouldn’t do.
Turn away help from someone who cares,
stumble blindly around,
finding ourselves going nowhere.
Instead of grasping the hand,
that wants to help, we turn it away,
to find a better way
in the dark recesses of our mind,
but they are just closed doors
that bar our way, and leave us behind.

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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