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Door (Poem)

The words went knock knock,

I stood there like a door,

I was breaking with every knock,

I wasn’t a strong door,

I lacked the understanding that was needed to stop me from breaking with the knock.

 

Understanding turned me into a strong door,

I realized that I had the ability to say, “Don’t knock on my door,”

I realized that I didn’t have to let myself turn into a destroyed door,

Thus, I put on a “Don’t Disturb” sign for those who planned on destroying this door,

My sign healed the damaged and turned me into a strong door.

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