The Doorway

Standing in the doorway

Arms out stretches

Each hand on the frame 

Staring at me

I back at you

I try and get around

You block my move

I try again

You block me again

I back up

Looking around

Another doorway

Blocked

Nowhere to go

He is still standing there

Each hand on the frame

His arms stretched wide

He moves

Acts like he is going to move

Time passes

Seconds 

Minutes

Finally he moves a hand

Now another

I’m waiting for him to move

Maybe a way to push past

He finally lets me go

Out of the room

I go across the room

To a path I can escape

I look out the window 

To process what happened

Was he going to hurt me

I don’t know

This wasn’t the first time

Fear would come over