opened a door today, long left alone...twas curiousity as much as desire...
fearful at first, I eased the door open, surprised by the warmth of a fire.

inviting, inticing and warm to the touch...
barely remebered...I'd forgotten so much.

memories can be fickle, selective at best...
remember the good parts, forget all the rest.

self preservation, or false hope, I know not...
we all have a door we've not opened or forgot.

fear shouldn't stop us, 'cause there's nothing unknown...
we're the ones thru the door, and my how we've grown.

good stuff sir

Kalunda...Always a fab write...

Great one

(((H)))