#WritcoPoemChallenge
The door to tomorrow,
Opens in the shadows of today,
So brush aside the path of sorrow,
And make your way.

The door to your sorrow,
Blinds the sight of life.
Build a path of burrows
And find your way to light.

The door to forever,
Lies in your legacy.
So cast out the tethers
Of pain and unnecessity.

The door to the past.
Just locked in your heart.
Since your eyes saw last,
The day of poisen darts.

The day that anger grabbed
and snagged and tagged.
The day your eyes of green
Turned to humiliating spleens.

But...
Do not worry.
It's too soon to be sorry.

The door to the present,
Never fickle in its presence.
Can be pleasant and unpleasant
For the dull, and, effervescent.