This poem appeared in my book published in Ireland ‘Hidden Capacity ~ a poet’s journey’. Out of print now but still interesting to look back at my poems – snapshots of where my life was at that time.
I’d just finished a BAWriting at ECU, was standing strong on my own two feet, looking forward to a creative future full of possibilities. Totally unaware – how my life would be completely turned upside down by someone I’d known in my African youth.
DOORS CLOSING
How often has the door closed on opportunity for me?
And how many times have I shut it?
‘Well, open it again.’ You say. Not so easy
when it is wedged with prejudice.
Locked with lies about your femininity
and jammed with judicial errors.
I am an opportunist and I do believe
as one door closes, another… you know.
But sometimes, for my sanity, I take
the easy way out. My heart’s the same.
I’m not brave in letting that door stand ajar.
The solid barrier protecting my comfort zone.
A jack-hammer wouldn’t be heard now!
I’m deaf to desire and numb to need.
The woolen blanket around my feelings keeps me warm.
I lock the door, pocket the key, work and love in secret.
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2000
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Perth Words... exploring possibilities. 
Great poem
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Thank you, Luisa. 🙂
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