The door cannot remain closed

I stare, ponder and quiver

I twitch, gnaw and flutter

I cannot open the door

I can’t go in to see
I want to know

I need to understand

I have to believe
I’m transfixed

I’m elevated

But the door remains closed

Cannot turn that handle
I will rise

I can return

I am en route
My feelings engulf the air

The ashes fuel the flame

The door must give way

To a new me

The door cannot remain closed

tigercup says:

March 16, 2017 at 5:01 am

Liked your work kinda sweet

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- psychologistmimi says:
  
  March 17, 2017 at 11:16 pm
  
  Thank you so much! Have a great day ahead
  
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Anna says:

March 18, 2017 at 2:04 am

Nice!

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hbsuefred says:

March 25, 2017 at 11:39 am

I don’t really see a door in the photo, just a lot of stairs. Does this mean you are rising?

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- psychologistmimi says:
  
  March 26, 2017 at 9:05 pm
  
  Certainly one way to view it 🙂
  
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naztko says:

March 29, 2017 at 5:08 am

The bird will watch from a safe distance the dog gnaw on a bone but yet in trepidation it will flutter, though only momentarily until it writes a new opera that will twitter the world with unending song. A bird has no need for a door when the sky is open.

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