The door
A lifeis a path
to follow,
a door
is a barrier
to continuance.
When I see,
I understand.
When I hear,
I open my heart.
Another door
I am at odds with life I cannot see before me.
It is not concrete, it is not black and white,
all is gray and hidden from my direct view.
The door is solid.
The future is inevitable.
My death is coming, I cannot stop my end.
The last door
Open the last door and see
the possibilities abound
and free thoughts and fears,
fly off unaccompanied,
to peace.