Doors.
The most difficult thing I find about life —
![DSC_2093_web](http://www.domestiphobia.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/DSC_2093_web.jpg)
More even than people, emotions and strife —
![DSC_2190_web](http://www.domestiphobia.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/DSC_2190_web.jpg)
More than survival and duties and chores–
![DSC_1247_web](http://www.domestiphobia.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/DSC_1247_web.jpg)
The most difficult thing, I find, is the doors.
![DSC_2092_web](http://www.domestiphobia.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/DSC_2092_web.jpg)
So many to study–
![DSC_2484_web](http://www.domestiphobia.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/DSC_2484_web.jpg)
So many to choose–
![DSC_2210_web](http://www.domestiphobia.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/DSC_2210_web.jpg)
So many to knock on–
![DSC_2140_web](http://www.domestiphobia.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/DSC_2140_web.jpg)
So many to lose.
![DSC_2240_web](http://www.domestiphobia.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/DSC_2240_web.jpg)
There’s no way to feasibly fit through them all–
![DSC_2438_web](http://www.domestiphobia.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/DSC_2438_web.jpg)
Some bigger than dreams–
![DSC_2338_web](http://www.domestiphobia.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/DSC_2338_web.jpg)
Or impossibly small.
![DSC_2444_web](http://www.domestiphobia.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/DSC_2444_web.jpg)
Some doors are shuttered and covered with bars–
![DSC_2174_web](http://www.domestiphobia.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/DSC_2174_web.jpg)
Still others are damaged and branded by scars.
![DSC_2175_web](http://www.domestiphobia.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/DSC_2175_web.jpg)
And try as I might to cheat and peek through–
![DSC_2350_web](http://www.domestiphobia.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/DSC_2350_web.jpg)
I only see what ifs still blocking my view.
![Contemplating Waves](http://www.domestiphobia.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/30104_10100220499030110_13932767_61654939_3262203_n-e1359732674484.jpg)
Comments
I’m such a HUGE fan of doors! LOVE this post!!!
Thanks, dearie!! :)
I think your my favorite undiscovered best seller novelist! Biggest fan of your Art! Come drink wine with me!
Haha took you long enough! ;) No wine for me these days. I’m on a cleanse!! (But I’ll definitely let you know when I’m done! I’m craving some Luigi’s risotto BIG time.)
I think I have more photos of doors around the world than I do of my own children! Oops.
Ha, I love that! I wish my door photos were better. I had some good ones from Nicaragua but lost them when my hard drive crashed. :| Ah well, practice makes perfect! ;)
Very enjoy-able. You have a lot of very nice doors. What is it with people and doors? I have some many friends (most female for what it[s worth) that travel around the world taking pictures of doors. Anyways, if you don’t mind I’m going to put a link to this on the blog post I[m writing now, which may make it up today, if Kenya’s internet stops acting like an alcoholic child.
Glad you liked it! For me, the doors are more of a metaphor for all of the possible choices we can make in life. But I think I took pictures of them because they’re pretty — crumbling stone, scars and all. Deep down though, it’s the metaphor. :)
Link away!
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