12/5/13

I see the door before me
It's wide open
Blue skies and hurricanes
wait for me on the other side
I see the door behind me
It's wide open
Warm blankets, hugs and kisses
beckon me back to them
I've stood in this hall for years
Caught between tradition and passion
Feeding on my own emotions
Discarding the feelings of others
Through these doors I see
tears and laughter
I see wonder and fear
There is joy mixed with sorrow
And always hope
But here I sit
Staring at both doors

P.Frias