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The Door
by Adrian CalhounStanding 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 ...
01/27/2002 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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