The shove,
The insult,
The push to the door...
Backing up, shocked, disbelief...
Clinging I am to the door frame.
Fighting I am to stay.
I am told that I must go... I am unwelcome.
I have no value. I am unneeded.
I fight, despite...
I cling to stay...
I don't want to go out into a world that I don't understand
One where I won't know where I stand... on sand...
But I am just adding my own injury to insult.
Life has changed and as I cling onto the door frame of the past,
I am tearing off my fingers... I am crippling my arms that are unneeded.
And so...
I let go...
and down I flow...
crashing down the stairs... bouncing towards the street...
arms flailing...
uncontrolled and bruising...
smashing my head against steps and hand-rails.
I finally come to rest
broken
lost
alone
and then I open my eyes and look past the blood trickling down from my nose or mouth or ear.... or all...
and I see something...
There... under the stair... always unseen until now.
There... under the stair... ignored all of these years on my trudge up to the door to the house where I lived... unwanted...
There... under the stair... a bag of gems. Sapphires... Rubies... Diamonds... riches never seen before.
Never appreciated.
I limp away... a lucky man.