A poem for anyone stuck standing in the doorway.

Indexé : 2026-05-15

I wrote this poem for the part in me that keeps standing outside the doorway…too afraid to go in. Maybe you have that part inside of you too? It all goes so fast. Faster than they tell you. Life is a symphony of small moments. Light through the trees. The sound of the sea. Honey scent in the air. Rain on our face. And the music is starting to play in double time. Don’t wait to live. Love people loudly. Tell them while they can hear it. Bake the cake. No, bake two. One for you and one for your grumpy neighbor. Take the trip. Follow the howl. Paint the river. Sing into microphones. Write your story!! Wear the outfit you’ve been saving. Saving it for what? The exact right time and place? That can be to the grocery store. Half the fun is making them wonder about you. My love, make me a promise: Be patient with yourself but not with time. Because this is the season for ass moving. Go be it. You know what it is. It’s the thing that is begging you to become something more than business and bones. Live your life like a sunbeam. Burn brighter than you think you can. Touch every face. Visit every shore. Grow every garden. And then when your light finally dims, tell your beloveds not to cry for you. Remind them not to gather at your gravestone because you won’t be there. Maybe you’ll be: ~The flicker in the porch light. ~The smiling fox crossing the road at midnight. ~A song your grandchild swears came from nowhere. Who knows? Half the fun is wondering what comes next. So don’t waste any more time, it all moves faster than they tell you. Before you know it, you’ll be dancing through the doorway into your next wild becoming. I’ll meet you there. —John Roedel _________ More from John: 📝 Substack: https://johnroedel.substack.com 📚 Books on amazon 🌍 Retreats and events: https://johnroedel.com/events 🏠 Website: https://johnroedel.com