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Doors (poem)

Updated on July 6, 2015

So many doors are closing now to me

The places that I loved to fondly go

These sources of another’s memory

Devoured by an unknown afterglow

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Those once so pleasant refrains now reap pain

Each lane now echoes of a seasoned past

A past not even reason would sustain

A past enhanced beyond its need to last

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And so I sift through riddles of my mind

To grasp at reasons that has brought me here

Into a season which became so strange

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I find it’s time to leave my past behind

And gaze into the future without fear

To open doors that herald in a change

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      Faith Reaper 22 months ago from southern USA

      Beautifully profound ...change is always good and gives hope to new adventures in this life. We can cherish memories of the past or not, but they are past and a new lovely world is just ahead if we take that first step without fear. We are still here, so we should make the rest of this life really count.

      Up ++++ and away

      Peace and blessings always

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      Shauna L Bowling 22 months ago from Central Florida

      Great advice, Martin. When the past haunts us to the point of paralysis, it's time to put it to rest and move on.

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      Dora Isaac Weithers 22 months ago from The Caribbean

      Great message. There are are always other doors up ahead. Thanks for sharing.

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