The door was left unlocked
abandoned by a lover’s hand
someone has been here before
there is a hint of perfume.
The center of the middle
time chooses its own path
days become our companions,
it’s important to take chances
to work out any fears.
Words become keys
to centuries old locks,
just a gentle twist is all that’s needed
we use our hurt to fix the past
locked or undone
doubt stops all progression
just as the broken fall
we need a plan B to move on.
Choices, they matter most
it’s been a few hours now
since the door was used.
The love trials have come and gone
everything was fine until it wasn’t,
the pain was left ajar,
assume we know nothing about sorrow.
In this huge house
there are so many doors
it’s hard to imagine why
we’re most comfortable
with someone else.
Accept the secret being told,
keep it closely guarded to yourself.
Sometimes the choice is too high
the world goes quietly by
without too much interference
all the chances we’ll ever get
are here waiting on us
to step through our own
half opened door.
