The Rooms Within

Within us lie rooms, tiny

spaces, crevices, corners,

caverns.

No windows, yet glorious

doors, archways to the

known and the unknown.

Many remain locked, hidden,

boarded up.

The keys are found

only through journeys,

exploration, experience, even

chance encounters yet to

come.

Pain of growth, promises

broken, kept.

Primal root, penetrating

barriers we built,

peaceful in surrender.

Each entrance offers

something: answers,

guidance, grounding, hope.

What lies within?

Rooms for every season,

some remain open, some

close, some revolve.

All doors stay waiting.

—FromTenderGround 🧡