Open The Door Poem by Jenny Barton

Don't tell me what I should be feeling,
5 stages of grieving
It is my mind, my heart, and I'm the one screaming!

Anger flows through my blood like a great express train,
I'm coming off the tracks with this bloody healing, confused and alone am I just dreaming?

I hate the sun the warmth on my body's skin
Everyone smiling living life to the brim
Going for walks and listening to soft gentle rain.

Go on carry on its easy for you!
I shout inside - darkness that I feel turning my mind.


The trees with their glorious colours and hues
Can't wait till they are stripped bare, naked for all to see,
how lost and alone they will look in entirety.

Then pure white snow, with icicles glistening in the rain,
children's happy laughter hiding the pain.

Then I see through the light,
colours so bright, almost dazzling my eyes.
The first sounds of birds back from their flight.

I notice the smell of life I can taste it on my tongue,


One step, two step, little steps I'm told and slowly I open the door.......