I Have Something to Say

I was the pillar that people came to when they were tired; the tree they came to when there was that blistering heat; the door that opened when all others remained shut..

And this place was my pillar; my tree; my door.

But just as I crumble; rot; crack... so too does the pillar upon which I rest; the tree under which I take shelter; the door that which I opened up and let everything out.