The Open Door

I have the door open for you,
whispered the voice with no sound. It is very thin in here without you.
You are the warmth of a full day well used and held up to the sun.
I would love for you to come and play in the garden that belongs to you.

Be of good cheer, dear, the wind beckons and the flowers lend their scent to show you the way.
The pebbles on the path are glowing brightly and the chair with rounded corners
is waiting for your very self to come and rest and find the peace that you thought was lost.
Why not relax? Yes, take a deep breath.

Yes, now dear, come here and let it all go.
Let your heart sigh away the weeps of the past and see
that you are left with yourself as something so fresh, so new,
that the day hasn't even begun.

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