Sometimes we close the doors in our lives.
Sometimes they are closed for us, closed on us.
I've heard the old cliche;
I've even been known to use it now and again.
And still, here I stand,
Transfixed
Drawn
Paralyzed
Trying to get back to where I used to have
choice. Opportunity. Time.
Behind that closed door.
And I just can't walk away to find
the new door.
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I hope you get it all figured out!
ReplyDeletei've been reading several of your posts... I am so behind... They are posts of all sorts of differing emotions. From happy to sad. I hope things are ok. Thinking of you.
ReplyDeleteI hope things are okay. Is there a window nearby, maybe?
ReplyDeleteMake your own door.
ReplyDeleteSometimes we're not meant to walk away.
ReplyDeleteThen, run and don't look back.
Or, stay to wonder for another day.
Jenny
Hope you find plenty of patience and faith.
ReplyDeleteThis sounds a bit stifling. When I have felt like this in the past, I had to stop everything and get off the merry-go-round to reflect and make decisions. I don't do well with noise and confusion around me. It is good to write as you are doing to see what is going on inside.
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