Waiting Room

Four corners
Four walls
And no windows

One door
One knob
And no locks

Five senses
Five years
And no reason…

Tethered by
Fear and uncertainty
Paralyzed by an
Imagination gone haywire

Your freedom is
Directly related to
The amount of courage
You can muster

At some point
You will tire
Of holding yourself
Hostage, a jailer
To your own
Self imposed prison

Even if you
Should stumble
Over that threshold,
You will be that
Much closer to

And once you
Step out, step across
You will discover
That you were
A greater threat
To yourself than
What awaited outside

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