And Then I Opened That Door

There’s no fighting the thick black wet, misty fog unwilling to be unfold Winding path full of fearsome obstacles blocking and taking a stranglehold Silhouettes of skeletal tree branches and roots reaching out to impose and take hold Ever so slowly lifting my numb bare feet With every footstep sinking into the wet sticky pitch black tar A spell that needs to dispel this illusion Am I making the right choice In reaching for the door? I feel a sense of freedom If I open the door Heart pounding against my chest Soaking wet with sweat Uncontrollable shaking Legs buckling Placing my fingers around the doorknob Slowly turning The door flies open Blinding illuminating light Brilliant rainbow colors Clear blue sky Smell of the ocean breeze Drawing a deep breath with a sigh of relief Bad dream © 6/19/2015