The Door
The moment between the past and the future.
By Reb KreylingPublished 5 months ago • 1 min read
Photo by Alexander Tsang on Unsplash
My choices brought me here.
My decisions.
I did this on my own.
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My hand is on the door knob.
Beyond it, the future.
Behind, the past.
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What is beyond the door?
Will I love this place?
Will I feel at home?
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A deep breath.
A confident smile.
My hand turns the knob.
About the Creator
Reb Kreyling
I've been telling stories since I learned to talk and writing them for as long as I can remember. Now I'm also doing content for librarians. Find me on Facebook!
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Comments (2)
The hand is on the knob, so there is no turning back. I love the suspense and confidence!🌼
I love the confident step toward the future. Great poem!