DARE TO OPEN

Once, there was a door —

not made of wood,

but of fear.

In front of it,

a voice within me whispered:

not yet,

I’m not ready,

maybe later.

But I realized

none of those words were true.

They were fear in disguise,

wearing the mask of logic.

My soul knew.

It knew that on the other side

there were no guarantees —

only possibilities.

It knew the world

was vaster than borrowed truths,

more infinite

than the rules I was taught to obey.

I was brave enough

to open it.

And I discovered that door

wasn’t made of fear after all,

but of life

dressed in disguise.

A hidden lesson,

teaching me to see with new eyes

and look beyond what seems like pain.

Don’t turn your life

into a list of regrets

disguised as caution.

Don’t lock yourself

in the illusion of control.

Not your obsession with power,

not your fear of religion,

not the excuses inherited from your bloodlines

should be stronger

than your freedom to live.

Dare to open —

even if you don’t know the way.

Even if your whole body trembles,

dare.

Because what hurts the most in the end

won’t be the mistakes you made,

but the wings you never opened

for fear of falling.