Open Doors

One by one the keys are tried some doors are meant to be kept locked others need to be closed and locked so many doors, we all have them Until the light is let in we are blind some doors have only darkness behind every one needs to be dealt with in time or they will poison who you can become Parts of us we deny, but will never die growing stronger unless acknowledged All parts create the whole, all of them Balance is the goal, a lifetime of healing Stoic Poetry