TRUST, LOVE.

I sit and collect myself before opening the door -  

Twice.

There are two doors.

Two moments in time.

Cornerstones of my life so far.

Pivotal moments in the reinvention of self.

Life will demand that you open the door:

Even if just a crack,

Even if you can’t breathe, 

Even if you crumple,

Knees to chest,

Tears streaming as you peer in.

Trust, love.

Trust that on the other side of any door

The world simply spins on.

You must join it

When you are ready.

You must always join - 

Because you can’t miss this. 

It’s going to be grand.

Trust that it’s going to be grand, love.

Open it a crack so that others can peer in

And see you.

Smile as they pass by. 

Open it a crack so that you may peer in.

Take in the pink room, the empty crib, and unused rocker

Collecting dust in the corner.

Stand up, open the door, and 

Trust, love.