The Door
I'm afraid to open the door.
The one behind me has closed.
The one in front of me - the light shimmers on the floor.
What lies beyond - is it a room full of my fears?
Or, does it abound with the hopes I hold dear?
-Carl Olson
I'm afraid to open the door.
The one behind me has closed.
The one in front of me - the light shimmers on the floor.
What lies beyond - is it a room full of my fears?
Or, does it abound with the hopes I hold dear?
-Carl Olson