Wipe Your Feet

I choose to be a doormat...
Wordlessly, I lay each and everyday
Only to be dirtied by,
Trampled on,
And soaked through
With the worries voiced on the brow of the unheard
Dragged by the feet of the sure-footed
Shook off the wet coat warming a dry,
Listless soul

I carry others so that they don't have to
Carry me
Shift life's weight so they can't see---

Multi-dimensional while remaining flat,
Everyone stands on me like a doormat
And though few are invited,
All seem welcomed...