In the Mirror

Once again, I’ve come to a doorway.
Behind it lies another mystery.
Prominently fixed in the center,
is a large brass knocker forged
in the shape of a question mark.

There’s no need for me to knock.
The door is always unlocked.
I must only summon the courage
to turn the tarnished knob and enter.

On the pathway through life
inevitability manages my load,
but it is gratitude and surrender
nudging me ever-forward on my journey.

I still pause on the threshold,
think twice before stepping out.
Then I glance in the mirror and wonder,
will this be the last time I see
the person looking back at me?


This poem was written on September 5, 2024.

Brian Mueller

Brian is a poet and graphic designer devoted to finding deeper meaning and beauty through living a spiritual life in community with others. He lives in Dayton, Ohio and practices writing poetry daily. Whenever possible he comes together with others seeking understanding through honesty and personal contemplation.

https://b-drive.us
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