Have you ever passed that door called potential?
Knowledgeable, but somehow unaware
Wrapped in a shroud of darkness of how?
Or who cares?
Floundering, or refusing to even try; or
Just ignorant and naive
Like a child, holding onto a blanket of anxiety
But, has that door now changed its colour?
Or its mood? Could it now be called;
But! Still being afraid
Perhaps behind that door
You have become aware
Of the quiet troubled
New beginnings, perhaps even success?
Or imagine a silver garden,
Waiting to be discovered
But! Do you still turn its handle
Apprehensively? Coughing with timidity
Is that door now; maybe? I could try!
Is there the sound of quiet, internal trumpets?
But! Does that door still, not give easily?
Does it creak and groan
Like a lost ship at sea
Come on now! Surely it’s time for you;
To push hard! To heave! And discover!
Go on, give it a try!
We have all hurriedly passed many doors – called
Potential, possibility and hey maybe!
And maybe we have failed
Perhaps, there is a door in front of you
So, isn’t it time to just go ahead,
And turn the handle!