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
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015
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