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July 3, 2022

The Many Doors to Home


“Your anger and damage and grief are the way to the truth. We don’t have much truth to express unless we have gone into those rooms and closets and woods and abysses that we were told not to go into. When we have gone in and looked around for a long while, just breathing and finally taking it in—then we will be able to speak in our own voice and to stay in the present moment. And that moment is home.” – Anne Lamott in Bird by Bird 

The Many Doors to Home

When we look inside 

We may

        At first 


What seems to be 

An abyss 


Impossible to navigate 

        The darkness, 



        and shame 



When we look inside 

We may 

         At first 


Voices that seem to be 



“Don’t go inside 

any doors you find. 

Keep them closed. 


Push the pain away.

It is safer that way.”


They say. 


That is, 


You hear something, 




The soul holds 

Many doors. 


Many choices too. 


When you see 

The dark doors of 

The soul 

Not as the forbidden abyss 

But, as the 


To your home 

You find a little courage 

To go in. 


When you hear 

The voice 

Of the exiled pain 

And recognize 

She speaks 

Quite similarly 

To you

When you 

Were eight 

You begin to pay attention 

To every door you see 

To find a way 

To set her free. 


When you see 

That each door 

Is connected to 

Your grief, 

You breathe.

And then,


You scream—


Oh, you scream!




You need your anger 



She will help you 

With putting the locks away 

And opening the doors 

To walk in 


To stay.


She will guide you 

Through your fear 

Of what you may see. 




Is a faithful friend. 



Your exiled pain 

Does not know that of her yet,


So, walk gently through the doors. 


Let Her


You are there

To keep her 




You tread lightly 

As you approach 

The first door 


On the door hangs 

A sign 

“You are too much” 


Below the sign,  

Many locks. 


Anger stands besides you

She reminds you: 


And look in your pocket—

You hold each key. 


She gives you permission 

To feel 

Your fear reverberating 

Inside your body 


Feel it 

Acknowledge it 

And then, 

Move out of it.


Grab the key. 

Move towards the door. 


You can go in. 




You go in. 


Timidly, yes. 

But, bravely too. 


Fear and bravery can co-exist. 

They often do. 


As you go in, 

You come to find 

A foreign familiarity. 


A sense that

You know this place 

More than you could 

Ever known. 


It isn’t dark in its entirety 


There are spectacles of light 

lining the hallway 

Your feet tremble 




You begin to 

Pay attention 

To what you hear 


With each step, 

As you approach each door

Different melodies 

Meet your ear. 


You begin to sing along 

And find a sense of 

Home here. 


Somewhere, along the way

Anger went her separate way



She encouraged you 

To return back to 

The door she first led you through. 


The locks are gone. 

The door is cracked


With a small note, 

From a faithful friend

That leaves you in tears: 


“You are enough dear” 


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