Open door


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.


About Andrea R Huelsenbeck

Andrea R Huelsenbeck is a wife, a mother of five and a former elementary general music teacher. A freelance writer in the 1990s, her nonfiction articles and book reviews appeared in Raising Arizona Kids, Christian Library Journal, and other publications. She is currently working on a young adult mystical fantasy novel and a mystery.
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2 Responses to Portal

  1. Linda Carlblom says:

    Love this, Andrea. It emboldens me to try new things.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Peggy says:

    Beautiful, Andrea !

    Liked by 1 person

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