When the Door Wouldn’t Open
A poem for Olivia — and the night I chose to stay.
I climbed through the window
when the door wouldn’t open.
She was already gone.
And a piece of me went with her.
Olivia was love.
Olivia was storm.
She held me up
until she couldn’t anymore.
I didn’t want to stay.
I picked up my phone
to disappear again.
But instead of a dealer,
God answered.
"God opened the Bible when I tried to dial death."
That was the last time
I ran from the pain.
Now I carry her —
and in my heart, she will remain.
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Timothy Gregory
I'm Tim. Army vet, real estate broker, and survivor turned storyteller. I share my journey from addiction and loss to faith and legacy — helping others rise and build a life they’re proud of.
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