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
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