Crystallization of promises
empty, bereft, void of
new beginnings
tattered remnants of
wind-blown flags
announcing images
hewn on stone
an audience of one
behind closed doors
only visions of
dreams becoming
something more
brandishing a looking
glass tantamount to
something tangible
discovery of
peace in living
as oneself believing 
unbridled freedom as
passion limited only
by closed doors
opened by
estuaries limitless
pathways giving
into possibilities
a cryptic meaning
rhythmic beating of
a heart still waiting
Discovering that the
Door is Always Open
© January 2012 Renee Espriu
reneejustturtleflight.com 
Beautiful message in this, Renee.
Pamela
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I love the new look!
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Thank you Pamela! Sometimes I want the words to be there and other times…well, maybe it’s that little light or I just got some sleep. Glad you like this one.
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fabulous poem renee. that door is open- that atleast holds some promise for future.
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Yes, Trisha, I always need to be mindful of it and with even grown children and grandchildren there are some days you wonder. But I love them all so much that I know things will turn out well.
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Lovely inspired poem on the mystery of what lies behind
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Thank you! I think I must be related to my cats. I’ve always been intrigued by doors…open or closed.
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I think there’s always a way through a door…even if it appears closed…and even if it only means a shift in our perception. If you know what I mean. I really liked this, Renee…it seemed to come from deep within.
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Thanks Gayle! I like that ‘a shift in perception’. I think you have aptly translated what it is I wanted to say.
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A wonderful Poem… We each have the key to our own doors,, its whether we wish to keep them locked, or step boldly through them… seeking what awaits on the other side… 🙂
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