Some doors are tough to walk through
Out the cocoon of the hospital to the scary unknowns of a rehab center…
Out the front door of the house to one’s first day back at school with a burn injury…
To shut the door on our past and truly accept our losses…
It’s a lonely walk down that corridor, no matter the people surrounding you
No matter how others have tried to prepare the way
The courage to move forward has to come from within
But doors are meant to be gateways
These an entrance to getting-back-to-life
One faltering step at a time
From one who has felt the risk, the fears, the uncertainties
This I have found to be true
To wallow in the what-ifs keeps a person in the shadows
Give me even a glimmer of light rather than remain there…