A Knocking

I was deep in my work When I heard a knocking at my door. I thought it was you, so I proceeded to ignore I went back to typing, And than I heard the door rumble once more, I titled my eyes up the stairs, And continued to ignore As I went back to typing, The next knock came near, Expect it was louder, and more clear. I stopped what I was doing, And grabbed the knife by my bed Just in case it was something crazy, Like waking up to an axe murder next to your bed. I opened my bedroom door, And proceeded up the stairs I got to the door; and than I stared I took a deep breathe, and grabbed the handle at last. I let out a slight gasp, There was no one at the door, At least, not from what I could see anymore. I unlocked the handle, And took a pick around Not a soul to be found. I sat at the door way for a short while after And thought about why this incident mattered Suddenly, it all became clear to me. It was opportunity knocking at my door. Telling me to stop being afraid Letting me know that I was not alone anymore. My heart filled with blood, and warmth, I felt blessed to feel signs Of a better life ahead. No more sad day dreams, Or thinking about sometimes life would be easier if I were dead. The knocks had come for me They reached out to my hand, They let me know that I could be happy They let me know, that I am now free.