The Door
What is it
like to stand
in the shadow
of beauty
day after day?
How does it feel
to be the plain
backdrop that
enhances the
colorful?
Do you tire of
the endless admirers
who come so close
but don't notice you?
Why don't you
open up and
reveal what's
going on inside?
I almost passed over this picture because of the door in the background. Instead, I made the door the subject of the poem. How do you work around what might be perceived as a stumbling block?
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