This week, I wanted to share a poem with you from my friend Debs. She’s a story-ographer (she blends digital photography and storytelling), and you can find more of her writing and photos on her blog.
I close a door and lose the chance
For you and me to learn to dance
I close a door and fail to see,
that you are very much like me.
I close a door, then stand behind
My prejudice and fixed stone mind
I close a door and what could be gain,
is left to die in lingering pain.
I close a door and forget to embrace
a different culture, a different face.
From https://debsdialogue.wordpress.com/2016/07/20/what-is-lost-when-doors-are-shut/