There was a door.
Not locked. Not marked.
Just there,
in the quiet between
what was
and what might be.
Light leaked around the edges
like memory,
or maybe promise.
I stood for hours,
listening to the stillness
on the other side.
No voice called.
No hand reached.
Only the hush,
that strange hush,
when you realize
no one’s holding you back.
And so,
I stepped through.
Not into flight,
but into space
wide enough
to breathe.
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