I am participating in two challenges this month, OctPoWriMo and Inktober. To make it easier on myself, I’m trying to write a new poem on odd-numbered days and make a drawing on even-numbered days.
Today’s OctPoWriMo prompt is doorways.
Portal
Every time I try something new
It’s like opening a portal.
What unfamiliar artifacts will I find?
What skills will I learn?
How will this new me fit?
Enamored with the possibilities,
I squeeze through the opening
Ignoring possible repercussions:
What are you doing here?
You don’t belong.
I’m an imposter
Only because I’m a novice.
Give me a chance.
I’ll show you my strength.
Let me astonish you with my tenacity.
Just don’t close the door on me.
Open up!
I’ve made my choice.
Now let me face the consequences.
