entering

after the first steps over the threshold
there was a long silence.

a new page, with nothing written on it.

it made her to think that maybe she had made a mistake.
maybe this was the wrong corridor,
or maybe,
even a more comforting, safe thought,
she was not supposed to take the step after all.
not so deep anyways.

but then,
she remembered the whisper, the invitation she had heard so many times.

wait.
time is a great refiner.
wait.
with time Ill draw you in.
wait.
I have made all things beautiful in their time.

so she decided to risk.
to wait. and trust.