Doors
When all the doors are closed, and you’re behind
Thick walls that seem to offer no escape
You thrash around, lament the cruel fate,
Beat unresponsive stone with bloody hands.
When all the doors are closed, and you regret
The path not taken, weep about the choice
You did not make, feel that it is too late,
And, in despair, think this is where it ends –
Be still! The prison silence forces you
To listen to the quiet inner voice,
And you’ll find clarity, and see the gate
Through which you can emerge in new green lands.
3/28/2017
For contest Doors
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux
Copyright © Agnes Krampe | Year Posted 2017
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