Susan Q Miller Poet Prose Poetry

The Open Door

The Open Door
       By susan Q miller © 2019

In the winter of my mind there is darkness…
cold, harsh judgment and distraction.

I wander through the dank corridor 
with an occasional flickering candle to guide me.

Where am I? 	Who am I?

So many years.  No answers. 		I press on.

Yesterday, over a cup of coffee, my friend said, 
“People don’t generally change.”                                    

My heart sank. My feet engaged in kicking it as I walked home.

Today, in the parking lot, 
that place where we leave our vehicles 
and head out on foot in search of something, 

a dearer friend reminded me that I am a “Full House.” 

If I’m feeling cramped in one room, it may be time to move to another.

I picked up my heart and carried it out of the narrow corridor 
simply by opening the door.

There, as light flooded the space around me, 
I rediscovered that magical, mystical chamber.
           
You know, 

The one that melts the edge of winter into a radiant pool of possibilities.

Here there is no frost or ice to inhibit me, no narrowing walls to hold me back.

Here I feel my warm cup half-full and waiting.

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Chris Green October 17, 2019 at 4:03 PM Wow, that was incredible. I followed every step of this poetic journey with determined curiosity and opened eyes. I really enjoyed what I found.