About the Doors

What was that about one door closing, another opening?  Does it really work that way?  Does it?  I slammed that one door before.  Slamming doesn’t work too well.  It didn’t.  The door cracked open.  Whatever was to stay behind it, didn’t.  I had to go back, against that all, and close it again, this time mindfully and firmly.

Oh how hard that was.  No cracks, no air, no light.

I turned around to make the first step in that choking darkness.  There you stood, shining, strong, beautiful, beloved by many.   Continue reading “About the Doors”

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