I stand before the door
a light seeps through
illuminating
is it
the light I have looked upon from afar
or another foxfire illusion to tempt me
to open the door
I reach
it flings open at my touch
bathing me in a torrent
I hardly recognize what I see
I look again and see
me
thoughts and dreams flood my mind
sorrow and love are there too
I thought it was my mind
but I realize that it’s you
simply not possible
my mind fights against false hope
I cry and beg and pray for help
no answers come to me
there is only the choice I must make
dare I accept the lit doorway
is it worth another try
or should I keep on walking
and pass this doorway by
I have made a mockery of my life
opening doors in greeting
the faces they hold smash me for my effort
long ago I ceased opening doors
I walk in the darkness
looking for the door home
to myself
to another plane
I stand here
staring at the open doorway before me
crying and longing
I have begged and screamed for this
now I fear it
I can see you waiting
the doorway to your mind flung open
at the barest touch
softly I call out
for permission
I stand before the door

dracoselene

I'm an artist, writer, ordained interfaith minister, veteran, spiritualist, androgyne, and piles of other labels that never seem to fit. I'm following my passion and attempting to make myself and the world a better place. I think that through compassion and understanding we can all become one unified race of human beings, and life is better when you remember to play.