The Door

there is always a door somewhere ahead
some open wide some locked instead
some whisper enter some command stay
some lead you home some lead away

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some doors are heavy carved with years
some guard the heart some hide the tears
some swing with ease some barely move
some close on loss some open to love

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behind one door the past still hums
another waits for what becomes
some doors are thresholds some are walls
some never open yet still call

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and when the final door stands near
i’ll rest my hand without the fear
for every door both kind and sore
has brought me here to one more door

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