Behind The Door


A strong woman in a dying body
I heard her praying
Behind the wooden door
Of an awfully lonely bedroom
I stood there for a while
The soft sobs whispered
In screams through the indents
Two wild and wise women
One ear glued to the door
Another’s heart melted onto the floor
I wanted to hold her
I craved to be there
Like she always was for me as a child
I had grown
As my grandmother watched
I loved her so much,
And she felt the same
Behind those walls, I listened to her say
I haven’t slept in two days
Something’s wrong slipped from her tough breath
Lord, Lord, Lord, she repeated
Before there was nothing but silence
I finally knocked
My knuckles beat out three small sounds
The copper door hinges creaked about
Until I pushed open the door to a full extent
Who are you talking to?
I asked in the lowest voice
I was just praying
She said back
While the words sounded so angelic this time around
Amidst all of the pain inside her body

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