Like a puff of smoke, there are visions of you.
Your smile, your laughter.
A distance ghost still haunting me.
I hide nothing, with this book I bleed.
Inside my head, on a piece of paper doesn't really matter.
I'm drowning it, and probably always will be.
Like an unfinished letter, message never delivered.
Torn out and soon forgotten.
Memories left stale and rotten.
Separating space and time.
Numb to the distance that divides.
Holding on to last bit crumbling that I use to hide behind.
So afraid to feel truly alive.
But now finally it is, this is my life.
Just listen to the words as they collide.
Like a storm of many tides.
Up and down and circling around.
Till the portrait appears.
Purpose defined even when I close my eyes.
If I wasn't so awake, I would be dreaming of the perfect paradise.
But what if I already have it.
Could I ever settle for something so simple.
I won't know unless I try.
Needing less and getting more.
Calmness through an open door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love how your title is also the closing line of the poem. It sums up the the whole write so perfectly. Hoping to find that new beginning by walking through your new found open door. Have added to my favorites so can ponder over this more. Really like this one!