Monday, July 17, 2006


One small door, I could not open,
For monsters lingered there.
The others all were easier
For I knew what they must be.
In keeping shut that little door
I fought the tides of life.
But, one morning bright and early
I allowed myself to travel through.
Behind the door that scared me so
The monsters were so small
And feared the light to such degree
That passing glimpses only, did I see.
Beyond the door lay light
And warmth enough to spur me on
To open each new door I find
And let the light grow brighter still.


jim said...

LOL, lol, Oh man, another one, another Ultimate Truth, lol, Zareba you are fine.

This is a great piece. Another one everyone should read. Great poem, too.

Zareba said...

Thanks Jim. Your visits are always so refreshing. ...Z