Paula Swanson Poet Pantoum

And the Door Opens

....and the door opens,
a yawning chasm.
I then ask myself
to cross the threshold.

A yawning chasm,
of fears and anger.
To cross the threshold,
is to accept them.

Of fears and anger,
I have always ran.
Is to accept them,
a lessening of myself?

I have always ran.
Standing at a distance,
a lessening of myself.
What if I reach out?

Standing in the distance,
I then ask myself,
"What if I reach out
and the door opens?"

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Andrea Dietrich August 28, 2011 at 9:19 PM ooh, I love how the last two lines came together, one of the principal things I look for in a good pantoum,Paula!! Great message to this one.

Cyndi Macmillan August 28, 2011 at 9:15 PM I love how you did that. Last four coming together. Good stuff, Paula! :-) Cyndi