Dreams and Poetry: The Beginning of the End

This poem was inspired from a quote on the Netflix series, “Dark,” and from a dream I had Saturday night…..

In the dream, I found myself in an old country like white church ….I was walking through a long hallway filled with many doors….A couple doors lead to different church congregations. 

When I opened one door-there was an all white congregation with a black pastor sitting in old white wooden pews..And then another door lead to an all black congregation sitting in the same type of sanctuary as the other…..After peaking into those doors, I continued down the winding hallway as I seemed to be looking for a specific door…

After trying several solid doors (people seemed to be in the way or blocking them), I came upon a glass door which I went through to get outside….and then I found myself walking along a highway into the night…headed towards my hometown I think? But I feel like I might have been lost….Interesting dream as usual…

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This is the Beginning

        Or is it the end of the beginning?

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This is only the beginning,

Which can lead to an eventual end….

But even an ending can be a new beginning-

Depending on one’s point of view.
An infinite hall of many mystical doors

doors that have yet been unopened, 

Leading to unventured pathways

And unexplored regions.

 

Stepping through a winding hall of unforeseen options

That foretell of possible journeys with unwritten stories,

Just waiting to be told to those who walked previous lands

That we once had trod. 
To where do we let the path take us?

Of perhaps, …to when?

For we are our present, past and future…
Some have been given the golden keys 

To those doors that have remained locked and unexplored…

There were the ones that deemed ominous 

with a dark fog lurking in

And challenging a soul’s hope…

Although, a warrior could be born.
…of course, for others, easy unwinding roads were driven

With a simple peak through a crack of a door,

but no determination present….
Do we drive down an easy path…

Or those that have seemed to be predestined…?

…or do we lurk in the fog…trudging through a moonless night,

Hoping to meet an inviting bright light…?
….Tis, this is our beginning,

But could be an eventual end-

to a whole new begininning…
To which door shall we open?

Will we be handed the winning token of a golden key?
What is this journey of life…

…the stories –

Of you and me?

Which door will be your beginning?

or which one will be the end?

Who….will invite you in?

– Ariana R Cherry 2017