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?"
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2011
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