Cobwebs in the Past

There are no cobwebs
In the doorway of my past
For I have been exploring
And living there way too long
Not the good old days
But those that got me
Where I am today
In a situation that I’m not sure
I’m entirely happy with
Though the outside gloss
Is well and good in tact
The inside questions and wonders
To be different
To be better
To have done more
The tumultuous inner speak
That those looking in
Have no idea exists
For they see a pretty picture
Many looking on enviously
But now I’m walking
Away from the door
Leaving it to become covered
With the debris of neglect
For I am where I am
And it doesn’t matter how I got here
What is of any importance
Is how I leave the undesirable aspects
Very, very far behind
In a doorway that will be my future past
That I will perhaps glance at with pride
That I left it in my rear-view
To create a present that I am satisfied with

Debbie Gravett © 2021.11.06

FOWC: Tumultuous
RDP: Doorway of Past
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