The closing of a door can bring blessed privacy and comfort...the opening, terror. Conversely, the closing of a door can be a sad and final thing...the opening a wonderfully joyous moment.
ISOLATION
The room of life is never a vacuum
Moments and memories are spinning round and round
No matter what comfort the familiarity brings
The door must open to other things
Apprehensively outside we peer
For fear that evil is lurking near
Should we dare to open lifetime's door
And risk the unknown we are looking for?
So much pain has circled this room
Within it and out we've avoided the doom
What goodness may stand outside the door
Holding back a brutal firestorm?
The stale air becomes hard to breath
An opened door relief can bring
Sometimes we must assume some risk
To set the stale air adrift
As doors are closed so is the mind
Doors are not meant to hide behind
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