Endings

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“They” say that all endings are also beginnings

And perhaps, in a sense, it is true

But they are, first and foremost, endings

To be endured

To be survived

To be mourned

“They” say that when one door closes another one opens

And perhaps, sometimes, it is true

But the door slams

Sometimes loudly

Sometimes violently

Sometimes in your face

“They” say the top of one mountain is just the bottom of the next

And perhaps, in a sense, it is true

It is good to continually look up

But the climb can be hard

And Ieave one out of breath

And in need of rest

So I must mourn

And breathe

And rest

Until I can begin again

Until I go through that open door

Until I climb again