A Door Of Opportunities And A Hallway Not

A Door Of Opportunities And A Hallway Not short poem

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There I stood between the door and the hallway
And I chose to listen to the echo
Of the sound my tired feet made
Through the two eternal walls
Which kept caving in
Sometimes it’s not better
to keep moving
To keep running
To walk to till the end pint
And the award? Meeting death?
Life has given you its hand
Don’t let go of it
Hold on to it, absorb its heat
Dig your nails into its skin

For the first time I say to stop
To glance sideways
To actually see the door and not walk past it
Into the churning tornado of eerie darkness

I chose to not stop
I chose to not give the golden knob a twist
How much I regret
And will always do

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Hello! I am a 12 year old girl and an aspiring poet ! I am a fangirl and in love with Harry Potter , Percy Jackson and Hunger Games !! I am young so my poems might not be well polished but i just write my feeling on a piece of paper because i love doing it ! Hope you like my thoughts written through my poems!!
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PRASENJIT CHOWDHURY
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Excellent work… I was mesmerized for a moment to look at… Great work .. And a truly inspirational poem… Keep it up.

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