There is a door
between you and me
I long to open wide

But hands grab me
pull my hair
keeping me inside

I've learned to live with them
they tend to loosen
when I'm far from that door

But when I'm lonely
or reminded of my longing
that reaches to my core

the hands live there too
they drag me away
and shackle me to the wall

Every time I inch closer
they tug and pull
consuming me when I fall