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It’s the same door
Isn’t it the same door
Let me look
Same handle
Ok different wood
But it’s practically identical
Why would I be called somewhere
So similar to the last one
I know we shouldn’t compare doors
But they’re like the same
Look, look at that different door over there
It’s like mine
The cracks are filled in with gold glitter
The handle warn
And there’s even a peep hole
So why would I go thru a door that’s just like the last?
-Saschia
Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily on improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with. View more posts
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