I am the door to my own destiny,
And I am the key holder.
Do I clutch the key in hands wrenched with fear, defending my actions as protective because of what has been?
Or do I courageously open my fingers, loose the key, turn it in the latch
& walk past all that has been done to me & even for me, through all that I’ve been & even that I am, to all that is intended for me?
Will I choose chains & suffocation or will I choose freedom & life?
Whatever my choice, this door is never alone.