A Remembrance of Old Doors

This sad poem brings a happy light to past, present, and future in its ending.

One passes through the immense door
Of an old, melancholy remembrance,
Trapped in the youthful odyssey
Like a child playing in the front yard,
Ensnared by the adjacent streets and roads
To life’s innocence and often vacated resolve.
The dam bursts so quickly,
As our inconsolable grasp
Fails to withstand the pressure
Of these mighty lakes and rivers.
Yet, the palace of upheavals
And estrangement will likely open
A set of heavenly doors
Leading to the highly sought-after,
And uniquely treasured love we seek,
Offering its forgiving and saintly path
To freedom, light, and hope,
Into the future and beyond.