I have accepted fear as a part of life - specifically the fear of change... I have gone ahead despite the pounding in the heart that says: turn back. Erica Jung

Thursday, April 10, 2008

New Poem-This Blue Door

Behind this blue door,
weathered, scarred, and beaten,
set deep within a stone wall
at the end of an overgrown garden path,
where mint and catnip grows wild,
where bright flowers and cool shadows
draws an unwary, weary soul
from beneath a hot summer sun,
behind this most unlikey door
I finally began to live.
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