My pandora box, this magnificent and mysterious door,
What lies behind it? What does it hold for me to explore?
The hundred dramas that the mind plays,
Each role speaking a different poem of love,
Each scene, and its performance lauded by the heart,
Yet, the key to inside still lies hidden.
A frustrated rattle with the mind in chaos,
Might, shatter the treasure that lies beyond.
What lies behind is the sunshine to me,
A treasure, my love, and inspiring hope,
Beckoning to me with a gentle breeze,
Making me yearn for the thrills and chills.
I stand in front of the door,
Reveling in the lingering pleasure of,
What possibly lies behind,
Then I am jolted back to square one,
Back to this lock, still without the key.
The key feels like, time, making me wait,
An ordeal to test my wait and more wait,
The sweet wait, the patience,
that I name, Faith and Trust.
The Faith and Trust on what I do not know,
The Faith and Trust to face it good or bad,
The Faith and Trust to stand again if I fell,
The Faith and Trust, that I will not be pushed.
What I imagine of what is behind the door,
Has a heartbeat much calming in real,
The greed for that peace and calm and serenity,
That is what makes me wait all along.
The challenges to get in and explore,
Will be simply mega ordeals,
But meant to strengthen, to enrich,
To bolden and to Bless,
The sweet friendship with the door.
The same mistake in this saga, will not be made twice,
Each moment in this journey will only make me wise.
Sometimes the question is why I even chose it,
No, I would say, It chose me.
The respect I yearn for in the company of life,
The company, through Happy and Sad,
Till the last breath of this wonderful journey of Life