When the door opens
2025-10-12
There is a moment,
barely heard,
when the soul exhales its caution
and lets the world in.
It is not a grand awakening
no trumpet calls,
no sky split by lightning
only the soft unfolding
of a heart
that dares to be known.
To begin anew
is to unlearn the armor,
to greet uncertainty
as an old friend who remembers your name.
For every stranger
carries a mirror,
and every meeting
is a chance
to see yourself
more truthfully.
Joy does not rush in
it grows quietly,
like light on water
simple, radiant,
and born from the courage
to stay open.
By Jo K.