Today's post is inspired by this lovely photograph and poetry prompt found at Abbey of the Arts. I hope you, too, will choose to join the party here.
I refuse to choose and
so the doors that lie before me
remain forever unopened
some sit ajar…just a bit
a crack to let light in
brightening the shadows of “what if”…just a bit
the hinges grow stiff in their waiting
possibility remains trapped,
paralyzed behind the door
I refuse to let swing wide
saying to myself,
“what if it’s the wrong door?”
Where do you find yourself refusing to choose--either by keeping too many doors open or refusing to let new ones filled with possibility swing wide?
photo by Christine Paintner