A door stands before me, red and green in colour and covered in silver tinsel
I am hoping behind it contains chocolate, like the gold coins I received as a child
Or a mountain covered in the whitest snow drifting along a painted pink sky
Or the people I love, playing games of Articulate and laughing over spilt pints of Coke.
But it could also contain the coldest, darkness, scariest moments of life, which I have shut away.
It may only be a door, but it contains so many possibilities.
I realise it is up to me to decide.
I am hoping behind it contains chocolate, like the gold coins I received as a child
Or a mountain covered in the whitest snow drifting along a painted pink sky
Or the people I love, playing games of Articulate and laughing over spilt pints of Coke.
But it could also contain the coldest, darkness, scariest moments of life, which I have shut away.
It may only be a door, but it contains so many possibilities.
I realise it is up to me to decide.
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