A Storm of Thoughts

Pride

The people we blamed

The situations we created

The distance we maintained

The doors we shut.

They were all for us

For us to stay safe

For us to remain happy.

The shut doors,

Shut people outside

With no admission into our lives

Did they ever try to return?

Did they want us back?

Do not ask.

For the pride remains,

In the person who was shut out

And the person who shut him out.