Possibilities await

Behind each closed door Possibilities await On the other side No key, no charmed words Open the lock, turn the knob Step through the threshold Be quick, don't tarry The portal is transient Choices momentary Opportunities Crumble to dust, abandoned Squandered all for naught Haiku Friday is hosted by Lou at LouCeeL.

Inner fire

Is your inner light a tea candle or a blazing inferno? Does it shine or smolder? Warm and inviting, welcoming others to draw closer, Or intense and overpowering, too hot to approach? How does your internal flame burn?