Door Way Poem by Laurence Overmire

When he walked into his parents' house
He became 16 years old
Again

No matter how many winters in truth
He might have known
20,30,40,50

He was 16 yet again
Angry, dispirited, confused
Fighting the same old battles that wouldn't

Ever be won
Trapped it seemed
Unable to grow up

Trapped in a time that was never
Fulfilled
Wounds still bleeding beneath the surface

Of their lies
Trapped
Unable to find any means of escape

They were destined to play their roles
The parent and the child
This was the way it was

This was the way it always would be
Always a person he'd left far behind
Returning in an instant when he walked through

That door.

~ Laurence Overmire