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The Door

by Adrian Calhoun

Standing at the threshold.
The door to be opened,
is my decision, and mine alone.
The fear of the unknown,
what lies on the other side.

I find myself hesitant.
Will it forever change my life,
will it leave all that I know behind?
Fear and anticipation,
can play strange tricks on the mind.

Life, love, and loss,
the jouney of ones soul.
From point A to point B,
and all stages in-between.
The future has yet to be told.

Standing at the threshold,
palms sweating,
hand upon the knob,
heart is racing ...


Posted on 01/27/2002
Copyright © 2024 Adrian Calhoun

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/01/03 at 02:20 AM

Anticipation and anxiety pictured so well in your poem. If there is confidence the anticipation outweighs the anxiety. Either way the future awaits but not for long!

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