THE DOOR
My loneliness was a horror, that made me want to die.
I didn't have anyone, anything, a dying soul was I.
I walked the streets in shame and filth..not caring anymore,
Then through some sort of miracle, I found my way through that door.
It opened very heavily at first, and I was still so full of thirst.
Thirst for love and friends and booze,
How did I get here, I did not choose.
As I came and came, the door swung lighter,
I began to feel I was a fighter.
Though very much in a different way,
You finally gave me strength to pray.
In all my very lonely travels, trying to chase and climb the steeples,
By the Grace of God I got here and found people helping people.
Although that door swings lightly today,
I must remember to reach out and pray.
For each day now is a different thirst ,
I must remember how heavy that door was at first.
love ya all,
Dorrie