Mending The Broken Door Poem by Rav Feltus

Walking in the house tired and broken, words and voices running through my head. Undressing my tired body I feel the warm calming feeling of hot water raining down on me. I start crying, turning the handle up higher. I cry for so long that night and day fade to one. My thoughts are mixed up, my heart is gasping for air. I passed out…I wake up and go to bed, I'm bruised and burnt. I lay there broken ready to rest forever.My eyes are heavy, my mind is crazy. I pass out thinking of the demon, knocking on my door, my broken door…

I fell back asleep in a daze. I'm shaking, my heart is racing, my dreams are chasing. Out of nowhere it fades to light, my heart is steady, my mind is calm. I hear a voice whispering in my ear, ‘'it's alright now, i'm here for you. I'm not leaving just rest.''
At that moment I never felt safer. That voice keeps me going, keeps me sain. I feel like I can be me. My dreams calm down. But my heart still pounds. I suddenly start getting a small fear in my chest.I'm afraid I will lose my light, my spirit, my tranquility. Even if they reassure me. I then feel them holding me and I start to awaken. My eyes are heavy and my heart still racing.My door is mending…

I awaken to see him, him holding me in his arms so sweetly and tight, he was holding me like I was his oxygen. He was playing with my hair well he held me on his chest. I look at him with tired but love filled eyes. I start to actually smile and feel relief. At that moment I found out something. That something is the feeling of happiness, security, joy, and a sense of belonging. I now feel like I'm wanted, needed, loved, and I'm finally happy. I'm finally ok, I'm more than just a failure. He actually is my reason to stand big and smile. I lay my head back down and I close my eyes. I listen to his heart beat and I slowly drift off into a deep loving sleep. Now my door is fixed and open to him. Now I have my sparkle back. Now I know I'll be ok….