The Doorway

Locked inside my indecision,

  death opened up the door

 

And let me look inside my fear,

  which I hated and abhorred

 

The view not half as frightening,

  as the deception and the lies

 

And its arms extended toward me,

  standing frozen—eyes on mine

 

My steps then hesitated,

  and its threshold wasn’t breached

 

As I watched the door shut slowly,

  todays outcome never reached

 

But a key was left before me,

  to unlock what’s yet to know

 

Of a still uncertain future

  —through the doorway I was shown

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

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