All of Those Doors

You’ve slain all of your fears.

Your hatred fuels your every decision.

When moments pass and memory sears,

You record your best moves with precision.

The power to engage your worst foes

Propels you to grant yourself the time.

Upon experiencing your worst lows,

You struggle to find the rhyme.

But through all of this you persevere.

You count not blessings but fortune.

You know that your thoughts are friends who hear

Every ounce of you lets you gain a wide profit margin.

The battle has always been yours.

It is up to you to open all of those doors.