POETRY | HEALING | SELF-DISCOVERY

What Answers Lie Unsuspected Behind Closed Doors?

A poem

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A wooden winding trail lies ahead.
It is dark, and all I can see is a white mist
rising from the earth while I try to circumvent
dancing shadows floating all around.

I try not to be circumspect and tell myself
answers will be revealed beyond the shadows.
Seven spinning wheels illuminate,
perceiving, feeling, rendering me ‘wholly adsum.’

A beam of golden light descends before me.
On my left, a white door shrouds
a barrow of past events, difficult to accept.
My eyes narrow with the reckoning of doubts…

And lemons fall everywhere…
You know what the proverb says,
‘when life gives you lemons, make lemonade.’
So, with a good dose of courage and intent,
I rode the wave, surmounting mountain obstacles.