(Photo: Sue Vincent)
She stood before the wall. The exit. The entry.
Hesitant though the thunder of her heart under her chin sang of excitement.
And trepidation.
For how could she not be somewhat wary, going where she was about to.
The unseen.
The hoped for.
The warned of.
The dreamed about.
For she had dreamed of it, as many do and perhaps feel reluctant to share, for fear of hastening what is inevitable or courting what is feared.
She never did find death’s door to be morbid.
It was another entrance.
An adventure all would take and may as well embrace.
She stood before the oval opening. Ready to exit the womb of this world, perhaps be reborn.
The light receded.
The door creaked.
She passed through
To the unknown.
For the WritePhoto challenge … and for Sue, in her time of transition … We’re all here holding you in light and love.
Na'ama Yehuda 
Great post, thank you so much for joining in.
Fully descriptive, yet completely intriguing. I especially loved this line: Ready to exit the womb of this world, perhaps be reborn.
KL ❤
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Thank you, KL!
Glad you liked it, and … I, too, find that line to be evocative. For to me, the transition from this life may well be like a birth, when one leaves the womb that had been their whole existence, and crosses into something not possible to imagine while in utero. 🙂
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Love this, Na’ama.
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Thank you, my friend! XX
Here’s to life in all its transition …
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Beautifully done. Entering the new unknown world with grace…
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Thank you, dear friend. Yes, with time, only when it is time, and hopefully only in a long long time, may it be a peaceful transition.
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