Portal

Open door


Portal

Every time I try something new
It’s like opening a portal.
What unfamiliar artifacts will I find?
What skills will I learn?
How will this new me fit?

Enamored with the possibilities,
I squeeze through the opening
Ignoring possible repercussions:
What are you doing here?
You don’t belong.

I’m an imposter
Only because I’m a novice.
Give me a chance.
I’ll show you my strength.
Let me astonish you with my tenacity.
Just don’t close the door on me.

Open up!
I’ve made my choice.
Now let me face the consequences.

©ARHuelsenbeck

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About Andrea R Huelsenbeck

Andrea R Huelsenbeck is a wife, a mother, a grandmother, and a former elementary general music teacher. A freelance writer in the 1990s, her nonfiction articles and book reviews appeared in Raising Arizona Kids, Christian Library Journal, and other publications. She is currently working on a middle grades novel and a poetry collection.
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2 Responses to Portal

  1. Linda Carlblom's avatar Linda Carlblom says:

    Love this, Andrea. It emboldens me to try new things.

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  2. Peggy's avatar Peggy says:

    Beautiful, Andrea !

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