Windows and Doors

When God closes a door, he opens a window.
At least that's what I've been told.

But it makes me wonder.
If I can't walk out the door,
Why would I want to crawl out of a window?

And one voice tells me:
God doesn't want you to crawl out of the window;
He wants you to fly.

And another voice tells me:
You don't believe in gods.
Or clichés.

So what do I do when everything shatters?
When the world destroys me?
When the door slams against me so hard
That my nose is bleeding
And I'm blinking back the tears?

What do I do
In a world without gods?
Or clichés?

I'm not asking because I know the answer.
I'm asking because I don't know the answer.
What do I do
When I don't know what to do?