Thresholds

There is a door shaken loose from its hinges,
dusted in light and darkness kissed.

There is a door set aside against the wall,
made useless but for the memories its wood soaked in.

There is a doorway open.

4 thoughts on “Thresholds”

threewintryfriends

lovely poem!

LikeLiked by 2 people

October 18, 2025 at 5:10 am Reply
1. Flame's Crucible
  
  Thank you.
  
  LikeLiked by 1 person
  
  October 18, 2025 at 5:22 am Reply
Kate Beesley

Your words are brilliantly visual…..and I love the possibility in the final line!

LikeLiked by 1 person

October 19, 2025 at 3:10 pm Reply
1. Flame's Crucible
  
  Thank you so much, I’m happy it spoke to you.🖤
  
  LikeLiked by 1 person
  
  October 19, 2025 at 3:43 pm Reply