Threshold
Part 3 Looking Back
Walking down the path of life I glance over my shoulder.
I see a door painted black hidden deep within the shadows,
Hidden from view, only few who walk with me notice it.
An unspoken agreement, never to talk.
Ghosts of distant memories,
A shaking hand reaches for the door.
And while grabs hold and pulls me away,
I regret nothing until then.
Because fear is a terrible force.
Fear of what may happen.
Knowledge is power,
And not knowing is worse.
And so with these final words it put it to pass.
Wraping it up and putting it away.
It's time to put the past behind.