When one door closes,
How long do we wait until another one opens?
How long do we stall, our hands floating above the doorknob wondering
What lies beneath?
The anxiety floats through on a wave,
Rippling into existence.
The excitement crashes down upon it,
Creating a shockwave beneath it.
You shake away the feeling,
Reminding yourself that you are in charge.
With a gulp
The door swings open.
Your sweaty hand turns into eager footsteps as you step through the threshold.
Sunlight filters through.
A whole new world stands before you.
Chuckling to yourself
This new beginning is for you.