Open Door Poem by Mark Curtis

His calls i answer, don’t know why,
as all he does, is make me cry.

I know, i’m not all what he says,
though believe i do, his immoral ways.

The strength i need, inside me lies,
must surface now, to tell him goodbyes.

Rebuild my life, new page, new book,
i have no plans, i’ll trust in luck.

Self confidence, i know, i will restore,
a stronger mind, for each new door.

Experience has left me, battered and sore,
but at least i know, i can shut this door.

copyright 2009 Mark Curtis (this was requested by a lady friend, who was having a hard time from an old boyfriend)