Every Door

Every door we open
must lead us somewhere,
the highest gate of heaven
or to the depth of hell.
Every door leads somewhere,
the problem is where.
The only way to find out
is when we open it and step inside.
Many times, we ask ourselves
which way our lives will lead.
No one can answer that.
We can only go down the path
we have chosen to go,
only when we reach the end
will we ever know.

8 February 2008

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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