Just an opened door,
often used to enter,
lends a wistful sigh
and takes me to the center,

of the glory that surrounds me
in and around my home,
the beauty is abounding
there's no need to roam.

this door has on it's one side,
my world where I abide,
a world that reaches outward,
or a place where I can hide,

but today through this opened door,
I see new choices true,
for just beyond this door of mine,
is a place that dreams come true.

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Written by: Cara Marie Filipeli