Delirious-Red

I am a doormat. I am the flat, non-dynamic material that receives you as you come and go in the world. The place you stop to wipe your feet, to catch your breath as you knock on doors of opportunity before carrying on with the other, larger, grander parts of your life. I am ever the silent keeper of your secrets as you leave. I could never protest as I let you walk on me because in that fleeting moment I am happy and accepted. Yet I am always beneath. I am covered in the dirt of your path. I let you pound your muddy anger into my body because you depend on me to clean you of it, and I depend on your dependence which gives me the reason to be.