The door I want to enter,
the one that makes me smile,
is the one less opened,
the trip that’s been a while.
The door I’d like to enter,
the one I wish each day,
secures the path to my goals,
the one that shows the way.
The doors I need to open,
are clearly my own choice.
If I’m to build the future
I must listen to my voice.
I wish there was a peak hole
for a taste of what's in there,
the door with my own preview
so my dreams can meet the where.
I hold the key to enter,
my words, my steps, my thoughts,
the excitement that awaits me
I accept the paths I bought.
The door I close behind me,
the one I just stepped through,
paints the ‘morrow plainly,
my happiness with you.
For a detailed process, step by step, on how I wrote this poem, see Anatomy of a Poem in my article section.
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