Across the threshold

Written by Tate Coda

Door knobs, mountains to climb

Leave the easy to see the uncertain

The comfort diminishes as the hinges creak and forces you into the sea

Only one among the many, although no one has seen it all

Fall to where you've never been, but the surface looks the same

There will always be a new door, so find the surface, and keep on moving

This story has received 1 comment

Leave a comment
Kaleb – 18 March 2025

And don't look back. In the words of a certain Fraggle Rock song:

"You'll be rollin', rollin', rollin' on."