so i ask you: do you push or pull through?
‘he’s pushing through’
when one door closes
a new one will open—
he fights to keep a foot
across the threshold
unmindful of crushed fingers
in the jam.
life has slammed shut on his face
far too many times for him to care.
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…all poems handcrafted from the inside of bars; no poem recently written…
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