Poem: Open Door

I reached my hand through morning mist,
With open heart, I did insist—
“Come now, the path is paved and clear,
I’ll walk beside, just start from here.”

But in the hollow, still they lay,
Wrapped in the comfort of their gray.
My voice a wind, too soft, too far,
While they admired their broken star.

I offered tools, I offered light,
I stayed through many aching nights.
But hope, when forced, turns paper thin—
You cannot build a fire within.

A soul must stir, must choose to rise,
Must trade their shadows for the skies.
No rope can lift a heart that’s chained
By fear they’ve come to entertain.

I’ll wait, but I won’t drag or bind.
Love does not leave the self behind.
When they decide to stand, to grow,
Then side by side, we both shall go.

For healing walks through self-made gates—
We knock, we call… but it still waits.
The truth is simple, hard, and just:
To change, one must decide to trust.

Thank-you for reading.

Much love and Light,

Brenda Marie Fluharty