• I am the doormat, raped by your anger,
    fearful of your heavy steps. Wearing thin,
    and soiled from years of displaced emotions.

    I am a welcome mat, for your inner
    thoughts and deepest despair. Always finding
    a way to smiling faces and relieved fear.

    Beyond my reach is the door frame, the
    gateway to loving warmth. Only getting a
    glimpse as another grabs the door handle,
    and steps inside.