I once came upon a door.

It stood wide.

Inviting me to step out and be free.

I suppose you’re probably thinking ” who on earth would stay in prison if the door is wide open?”

But an open door was something new to me….

I could have run, jumped, leaped and climbed. Escaped the hell but in that moment I could only stare blankly at the image before me.

I lay there completely still and contemplating the wonder.

An open door
Standing ajar….
Wide and inviting….

Yet completely daunting.

Do I take the step? The leap of faith? That single step to freedom? A slip into success?

Or should I turn back to the darkness and let it embrace me again and drift back to sleep blissfully lazy as the door slowly swings shut sealing me in this fort of despair again? Will I be comfortable in my hole once more after tasting the sweet promise of freedom and happiness?

Or will that feel like a kick in the butt? An opportunity lost?

You know when I wake up and the door is shut tight.
Locked.
Bolted.
Like it was never opened, it shall be sealed once more….

And while sleep beckoned, my body fought to rise.

My heart raced…..

For something told me, “honey, don’t let the door close.”

So I burst forward, in a surge of energy that seemed to be pulling me to the promises of tomorrow. I shoved the darkness away and with one hand on the door frame I took my first step into tomorrow….
Walking through my open door,
Brokebella