you can open the door when you are ready, ready to accept the challenge that God has lay before you.

open your door, on your own, by yourself. I’m not ready yet to stretch my brittle wings and try to fly. you are supercilious in your actions toward me. you fell out your door, and happened to discover your comely set of wings you inherited from your ancestors.

everyone, quickly, gather around, i am about to open my door, who knows if i will fly, but god told me today is the day.

i open my door, slowly, and quietly, as not to wake up the other side, not yet seen by my eyes.

i stretch my wings, and push myself from the edge, never to see that other side again.