Open Doors

May 5, 2010
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My mother always said when one door closes, another will surely open.
But what if a door once closed for the better of my being reopens, calling my name and pulling me towards it.
Do I take the steps backward into my so called “happiness”?
Do I step back into my comfort zone out of fear and settle for less than I am? I think not.
I continue to wander these halls of doors opening and slamming shut before my face.
I hear my name called into every one of them.
Taunting me with their desires and pushing my head into confusion.
My mind is spinning wild as the voices come from every direction.
Which door to choose? Just by the entrance of one door,
I could be led down the road of an unsatisfying lifestyle rather than the life of eternal bliss I had imagined.
Do I let my curiosity take me through the doors I please?
Just like the naivety of a child’s hand to a burning flame, one wrong door
can be the result of unneeded pain.
But choose wisely and all my dreams will be set before me.
With the result of the correct door,
All the joys of life will be placed in the palm of my hand.
The voices so loud now I can hardly think.
Each door seems full of promise-how can one tell the right door from all those so deceiving?
The curiosity builds but I know to stand my ground and not to choose with Foolishness.
I pray the Lord might lead me through the right one, but still feel so astray.
I have wandered for days, searching for the right path.
The voices still screaming in my ears.
I try to block them out. I won’t let them have control of me any longer.
With my mind wide open along with my eyes
I continue to walk down this hallway that seems to be endless.
I continue my prayers of finding the life I need to Lead.
I begin feeling drawn to a certain door; on I had heard nothing from.
NO voices. Nothing luxurious about it unlike the others, yet I can’t seem to stay away.
I walk closer as my feet take me faster.
One step up to the door, but don’t dare to walk in. Is this the path for me?
The voices have stopped completely now.
It’s strange the door can hold such beauty even without the glamour of all the others.
Its simplicity amazes me.
Behind this door seems to be the unread chapters of my life,
but has this door written the right book for me?
I cannot take the questioning any longer,
I step one foot into the doorway.





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