Some doors are closing
Some are opened wide
Getting up whilst I’m bruising
I’ve got a splinter in my side
from brushing up a wooden frame
In-front of some there’s barriers, locks and stones
No door is the same
Few are hiding old bones
A few could be hiding my perfect dreams
When I’m down, I’ll peak through the gap
Light escaping down the seams
Ignoring the scrape on my knee, through this mishap.
I will unlock, clear every door, if it kills me
There so much more life hiding behind these mysterious doors.
I want to be free
I want to be able to soar.


  • Goldfinch60

    Those doors may be there but you have the keys to unlock them all and soar into your wonderful life.


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