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Closing Doors

Updated on July 1, 2014


As a teenage girl, I had so many emotions inside that I attempted to channel through writing. This was my very first attempt at poetry... so please bear with me.


"Closing Doors" A Poetic Story

I glanced over and saw you standing there, Were you looking right at me?

I thought of the possible attractions, But I'd prayed it was my personality.

As our eyes met, I got a strong feeling, As if I'd be struck by lightening,

In that same second I was comfortable, Yet it was scary... almost frightening.

While standing there in amazement, Staring deep into your eyes,

I felt overjoyed and rewarded, As if I were given a great prize.

Slowly approaching me with a smile, Like a gentleman, asked "How do you do?"

I still can't believe my escaping words, "Great, now that I've met you."

We talked for hours, Then I gave you my number,

Returning home, I convinced myself, This is all a dream taking place in slumber.


You'd asked me out to dinner, I anxiously awaited that call,

I was so excited, Because you really did like me after all.

You were trying to tell me something, It was later that night,

You were trying to tell me how you felt, That it was love at first sight.

Later that month, We shared our desires for each other,

In doing that we stated, There would never be another.


In only weeks we would be wed, I was impatient for the date,

But how was I to have any idea, That it would then be too late.

Dropping me off at home you would always blow me a kiss, but I forgot to check,

And hour later I got the call... The call that said you'd been in a wreck.

I didn't know where I was or what to do, I had never been so lost,

It was a horrifying tragedy, And your life... it would cost.


They said he had been at a party, And you were in the right,

He had had to much to drink, Yet you would die tonight.

You had the perfect personality, Honest, faithful, and true,

What made me so weak-in-the-knees, Was your eyes were a beautiful blue.

But now it's too late, I can't see them anymore,

That driver stole both our lives, And now I must turn away...and close that door.

That door that once led to us, But now it is closed and sealed,

Never to be opened again, Because that driver got behind the wheel.


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    • Minnetonka Twin profile image

      Linda Rogers 3 years ago from Minnesota

      This is so beautifully sad, especially if this is your true story. Heart-Breaking but well written.

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      John Hansen 3 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Beautiful but sad poem Michelle. Well done.

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      Jonathan McCloskey 3 years ago from Cinnaminson, New Jersey

      Take another look at the grammar when you get a chance; now that the English Teacher side of me is out of the way I can say what I feel. This is an elegant piece that tugs at the heart strings in a very tender way, and then gives them a hard pull of life at the end. I'll be voting this up for sure.

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      Michelle Ascani 3 years ago from Deep in the Heart of Texas

      Thank you. I had a LOT of feelings back then, and didn't know how to or feel safe getting them out any other way. Boys, boy... such a headache for teen girls. LOL!

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      sheilamyers 3 years ago

      This an awesome poem! I know it's sad, but you wrote about your feelings so beautifully.

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      jeremycolombo 3 years ago

      A beautiful poem and story of loss. It is sad that so many lives are lost due to the negligence of others who should not be driving.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      I admire the fact that you wrote a poem. As a writer, I think it is crucial to our development that we reach outside of our comfort level. You did just fine.