Through The Open Poem by Angie Crawford

Tears running down my face,
all I need is some space.

There is a door to my right,
but I am not prepaired to fight.

It is just right there and knowone has spoken,
but am i ready to go in through the open?

I wish I would have said something,
but all I could come up with was nothing.

My life is done,
and the winner has won.

I need to get one to listen,
but all I have is a mitten.

I dont know what to do,
not even after all I have been through.

I need to get through the open,
before my heart is broken