Doors.
The most difficult thing I find about life –
More even than people, emotions and strife –
More than survival and duties and chores–
The most difficult thing, I find, is the doors.
So many to study–
So many to choose–
So many to knock on–
So many to lose.
There’s no way to feasibly fit through them all–
Some bigger than dreams–
Or impossibly small.
Some doors are shuttered and covered with bars–
Still others are damaged and branded by scars.
And try as I might to cheat and peek through–
I only see what ifs still blocking my view.
Katie
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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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