I stand at the threshold.
Callous palm latched around the cold knob of a warm door.
I press my wax-riddled ear to hear through the wooden core.
The reality beyond is a shapeless shore, filled with lore.
An adventurous soul, philosophically paired with a pragmatic rapport.
...I remain at the threshold...
Sweaty palm fastened to the knob of the closed door.
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Kale Sinclair
Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd | Zen Practitioner
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Dear Firestarter, We can all see you, we've been watching you since you began. In case you didn't know we were here before you and we will be here after. We witnessed your rise, your setbacks, your guilt and your lies. We witnessed you start the fire.
By Donny Foley4 days ago in Poets
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There are many decisions that one has to make, and one is to either stay in and keep the status quo or to venture forward and face whatever. Good job.