The Threshold

a poem in honor of those escaping abusive relationships

     A doorway
that wasn’t there
yesterday
or the day before
or the day before
or the day before

an opening
in a wall
impenetrable
impervious
unyielding
yesterday
and the day before
and the day before
and the day before

an escape
possible
freedom
an option
perhaps

only an illusion:
a prison without bars
built on lies
lies
lies
lies

oblique mirrors
reflecting
a single image
over
and over
and over

through the countless years.

a threshold
a boundary
an opening
into
the strange
the unknown
the frightening

a step
shock
surprise
alarm
fear
confusion
sorrow and tears

a departure
an ending
grieving
yearning
yearning
yearning

for the familiar
the comfortable
the known.

a decision
made
again
and again
and again
and again
and again.

Deborah Beach Giordano
June 23, 2017

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I am a struggling Christian, committed pacifist, near-obsessive recycler, incurable animal lover, inveterate tree-hugger; a nature mystic, a socialized introvert, an advocate for the vulnerable, an opponent of exploiters.
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