Inspired by the struggle of closing doors and trusting yourself to make the right choice.
It was made for you, it calls to you. Reach for it.
As the leaves fall, all you see is their golden glow,
Reflecting on your hopes and dreams.
You think, for once it’s happening for me.
Everything falling into place, forgetting all the past heart ache,
Looking forward, your struggles paying off.
Skipping down the city street, you trip on the sidewalk.
The jostle to your brain puts you in a haze,
Wake up the next day to rain—something is off.
The golden glow is covered in a heathered hue, subdued by the clouds.
The opportunity now seems not only too good to be true,
But hiding something more.
Opening that door, do you dare step through?
Or trust your gut walk the other way?
Taught to reach for opportunity, be grateful when it graces you,
You can’t decide what you want to do when it no longer computes.
Self-sabotage or self-preservation?
Three years of a college education and you shut the door
On your first moment to shine?
Remind those around you that your world contains more than one door.
Opportunity will knock again, and you will answer,
Cautious and kind, knowing who you are and what you are willing to compromise.
Golden leaves will come again,
but maybe even before then you’ll see the sunlight call you to another opportunity.
It doesn’t twinkle in the dark, it doesn’t have you skipping down the street,
But it quaint, comfortable and meets your needs.
Opportunity comes in many forms, be true to yourself and you’ll find yours.