Beyond This Door - Poem by Bruce Morse
My bags are packed, I’m ready
And heading for the door,
Where I will once again become,
The nothing I was before.
To cling to life is foolish.
To be bitter is a bore.
My life was filled with wonder.
I woill not ask for more.
I’ve felt much joy and sadness.
I’ve been both rich and poor.
I’ve meditated on my life
And what it might have been for.
I’ve studied books and paintings,
Memorized poems by the score.
I’ve even turned my eyes inside,
To examine my heart’s core.
I’ve found both good and evil,
Seen failings I can’t ignore,
Made mistakes that hurt those I love,
That nothing I do can restore.
And yet I know each time I’ve fallen,
I’ve gotten off the floor,
And tried to heal the old wounds,
To do better than before.
Now I’ve shed my shoes and jacket.
I’m wearing nothing I once wore.
Neither shame or pridefulness
Will pass beyond this door.
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