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As you walk the road of life
You’ll find it lined with doors
Some that look familiar,
Some you’ve never seen before
One will lead to nowhere
Whilst another leads to growth
One will lead to happiness,
To healing and to hope
Some will lead to sorrow,
Some to roads of discontent
One might lead you to the life
Of which you’ve always dreamt
And as you keep on walking,
You’ll meet people on the way
Some who’ll walk for miles with you
And some who cannot stay
And all along, you’ll have a key
Ornate and rough and old
And there’ll be times you’ll think
It’s meant for someone else to hold
But this key knows your story
One that they don’t truly know
And they won’t understand the way
It must be turned just so
They won’t hear it whispering
The way you often do
And they won’t know by heart
Each little dent and rusted groove
So though it may be tempting,
When life feels a little hard,
Don’t hand over your key to them:
It isn’t theirs to guard
Because one day you’ll find yourself
Standing before a door
That might just lead to all the things
That you’ve been hoping for
But only you can turn that key
To realise what’s behind it
The happiness you’re seeking
Waits for you to come and find it
So trust that you’re enough,
Believe in all that you can do
Remember you have everything
You need inside of you
And when you reach that door
To happiness, you can unlock it
Just as long as you don’t put the key
In someone else’s pocket
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Becky Hemsley 2024
This is from her collection, Words to Remember
Source: Becky Hemsley Poetry on Facebook
Artwork: The Doors of Dublin - Public Domain
