A doormat gets walked on daily
Dirty dirty doormat
Constantly surround and walked on by people
That doormat just sits there feeling all alone
Alone with the cold of night
Alone with the heat of day
Forgotten
Beat up
Humiliated causing the beautifully crafted mat to become unrecognizable
slowly fading away
Only thought of when someone needs to dump the load of dirt off from the bottom of a shoe or two
But...
What if being alone was a good thing from time to time
What if the doormat really got to know himself
Embracing the cool breeze of the cold night
And smiles at the gaze of the shining sunlight
Just what if that doormat decided it’s time to brush the dirt off
Just imagine if the doormat learned to loved himself
enough by moving from in front of a closed door.
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Kierra Hymes
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