House with Many Doors
HOUSE WITH MANY DOORS Carol Sheppard 6/23/2020 I live in a house with many doors. Some are open. Some are closed Behind each door is a room of light, or darkness, of varying degrees, From brightness as blinding as the sun to a darkness blacker than a night with no stars in the deepest forest. Just when I’m complacent, I think I’ve seen every door; been in every room, a dim light shines down a new hall, or on an undiscovered door. Sometimes, if under the door is very black, I’m frozen in fear, afraid to open it. I retreat to the familiar, but am haunted. I don’t live alone in this house with many doors Sometimes it feels like I do, and I forget to to ask someone to walk with me d own these dark halls, & walk through each new door. It is my house; behind every door, a secret; every darkness faced; every ray of light realized, Behind each new door is freedom.
