The Door Must Close

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You indulge where you can remain the longest because home is where the truth always lies. Escaping it can be found in a girls' night out or a cook-out with the boys, but the imminent truth is, you must return to lay your head. While in your leisure settings, you make thousands of attempts to prolong the conversations, to distract those around you from checking their phones to realize the late hour, which would cut the night short and leave you to face your fears. 

You hurriedly suggest another outing before this one is done. You mask who you are under the halo of "one life to live," and you spare no effort to plan how you will engage yourself night after night, day in day out. You see, at home, the truth waits with a whip, ready to entangle you and lash out of you what you desist from accepting. When the door closes upon your return, you are forced to face yourself, the one no one else knows, the one who can be hideous, the one who might be tormented, the one who just wants to cry.

So, party hard tonight, let that liquor wash away the bruises of your childhood, or the stains of that man or woman you thought would last forever, the one you wanted to marry. Then feast! Let the food you devour fill that void in the stomach of your soul, so that you negate the thought of that baby you cannot conceive, or that job you cannot land, or that friend who deserted you. Gyrate to the music, let that beat exalt you, evaporating your mind to the furthest corners of space, releasing you from any responsibility here in this earthly space.

But hey...guess what! The night always ends and the arduous walk back to your home determines your fate. You grumble as you fumble for your keys, hands quivering, sweat in shingles about your skin. You want to fight this door, for it is hinged between who you want to be and who you really are. With a furious stab, the lock gleefully turns and with full skepticism, you enter. With one last look to the outside, your eyes begin to rain and your shoulders plunder.

The door must close. Now, it's just you against you.....what shall you do?

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