Door Way

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