The Iron Door of Confusion January 20, 2020January 20, 2020 ~ Wendy Between the layers lies a collective confusion about why we’re stuck in a place where we know to go up or down. Behind the iron door in a space where there is no place for joy or terror in a place where we know we should go up or down. Where the walls replaced the once brilliant views where there were no walls there are now caverns of confusion in a place where we know to go up or down. We move, we follow, we express our sorrow. But what do we do? We pry open the iron door where we know to go up or down. Laughter subsides and we all arise awakened to the choices awakened by the voices of the children playing and the trees are swaying away from the collusion and much confusion form the place where we know to go neither up nor down. — Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers Advertisement Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related