It's the holidays and we are in a new home, participating in new activities, and meeting new people. As fun and exciting as it has been, all the change can also be stressful...
Door
It was just another door
But one never used before
Stood quite still, and stiller yet
Trepidation, then began to fret
With a single twist of key
Contemplating what would be
In the darkness of great change
Hardened habits to rearrange
This was to be the chosen path
To diffuse the mind and body's wrath
For years of neglect and self-abuse
A crumbled temple I deduce
The frosty metal handle grabbed
One last bite of ecstasy nabbed
Courageous, doing right when tested
When every muscle has contested
Over the threshold, forward schlepped
Perspiration dripped, slowly stepped
The eyes flit upon objects unknown
Their purpose to soon be shown
How could one man's daily pleasure
Be another's bane to measure
Overwhelmed, internal shout
"Turn around, flee, get out!"
When the door your hand releases
No regret, fallacy of failure surceases
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Five Year Poem Plan - Part 1
PoetryI am going to attempt to write a poem a week for five years! It is a personal resolution that I am making public in order to hold myself accountable.
