when my comfort zone became lonely

I have a fear of doorways

And the question mark inside

Of the company that follows

Through a door left open wide

And so I enter hesitant

When I come upon a door

Afraid where it might lead me

Afraid there might be more

And if that door has doorways

Within it, all its own

I close them all and bolt them tight

To shut out the unknown

And then I close the first door

That I dared to enter through

Afraid of what might follow me

And who might follow too

& I look upon the bolted locks

And doorways, satisfied

Then shed a tear of lonely fear

When I see I'm locked inside