Doors
By Sarah Lynne Mecum
I can’t stop the dreams
of the rough ways I would
express my feelings.
But with a new age before me
I have faith that those doors will close
to new ones opening.
I have already changed
my daylight attitude,
so, now it’s a deeper chore
I have to completely do.
The internal reservoir of the old me
must be drained, cleaned, and a big
choice or two, of what’s real important to me,
to the future.
I’ll take it step by step.
The first being this paper
to express my deeper desire
to clean it all and start afresh.
Just breathe
one breath at a time.
Starting every day
with my cope of change.
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