| Sunday, March 04, 2007 |
| Door |
Doors in front,
behind,
beside.
Some open a crack,
some firmly shut.
Which one to choose,
which one to push open
and step through.
Choices,
choices.
Frustrated by those
firmly closed,
not budging,
but knowing what's behind.
Beckoned by sights
through the cracks.
Tempted by colours,
sounds, sights, smells:
should I try?
I push on one timidly,
should I try it,
will it be the right one,
will it be the wrong one?
Push it and see.
And keep on pushing until
it pushes back,
slams in my face,
another direction closed.
Another door to try,
to be pushed gently
for fear of it being slammed.
Can't force this one.
Only time will tell
how far it will open
to me. |
posted by Calia77 @ 10:33 pm  |
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Ohhhhhhhh,This is good - and I can relate so well!
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Ohhhhhhhh,This is good - and I can relate so well!