This is the door

(previously this was named 'Reaching out by reaching in' however that title is now tainted with something else and it cannot take residence over this poem) Ryhmes and reasons confuse us all I wish i could open all the doors for you What was it like before the fall? Wish i could show you you arent alone at all Broken bleeding hands stretch out to brush your tears away My trembling hands fumble to give you a gift i cant An imperfect heart i give to you knowing i'll fall apart Hoping you can find the way to befriend a wretch like me Its ok the pain you feel is real and its felt in me sometimes too I see the way your eyes move watching waiting Take my hand and the one most worthy This is the door walk through it now