Doors

doors

When a door closes behind,
another one opens ahead.
A familiar piece will vanish.
A new treasure will appear instead.

Life is a spiral of doors.
Doors of all different colors.
The pattern is infinite and unknown,
a wondrous path it follows.

A door opens –
you see sunlight and clouds made of cotton.
But you can’t stop walking.
And suddenly you reach a bottom.

A door closes –
all good and bad locked remains.
Your journey continues.
Past turns into vivid memory stains.

Fear is a daunting chain made of iron.
It is always on guard.
Courage in times of uncertainty
is the key to sailing apart.

The world is larger than your knowledge of it –
to be lost is a destination.
To live always in the beginning of life
is a chance with no limitations.

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