Wednesday, August 19, 2020

Getting Ready

 I take a deep breath and prepare myself for what is to come. 

Palms firmly pressed, the door of my future opens suggesting I pass. 

The push or a pull? I wasn't sure which - 

i ran that threshold embracing a thrill 

will I fall? Will i die? 

it opens, just for me 

allowing me inside 

 

 

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