Yard Sale of Thoughts

Way Opens

When closed doors mean there’s only corridor;
way opens.
When evening finds you barefoot and vagrant;
way opens.
When faith is blown out like a birthday candle;
way opens.
Let go of doorknobs,
depression
and dreams,
chimera,
oppression,
and schemes.

Let the way open.

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Lisa is host for D’Verse Quadrille (44 line poem) challenge #120, with the prompt: way. Find out more about how to participate here.