doormat
there stands at the door
a loyal soldier
decorated with shadows of
tired feet and stepping stones
"Welcome" he yells
in italicized font
mud piles in his hair
pebbles wedge in his smile
poked and prodded
by guarded souls
he stands at attention
never repaid
sometimes he is shaken
of all his dust laden flaws but
never high enough
to ring the doorbell.
Sunny Chen
Grade: 12 / CEGEP I
Sir Winston Churchill High School
Calgary, AB
“<p> I was really inspired by the idea of viewing life from the perspective of an inanimate object. In this poem, I examined the life of a doormat and tried to capture its attempt at making its existence worthwhile.</p> ”