PPC 4

The Door - Week 11

Potential is a door unopened,
Behind it lay all I have imagined.
My hands, though by hardship weakened,
Struggle with its weight.

I built this door long ago, it seems
Out of failed attempts and broken dreams,
Dammed up the flow of consciousness streams,
Until they did abate.

My strength insufficient to broach it.
My heart, therefore, fears to approach it,
The muse, insistent, whispers to coax it:
“Go, this is your fate”.



Promptly Poetry - Week 11
Image of a door