Stale Trick
The first door I believed in boasted of the things it had, and I didn't.
The second one only wanted to show me how much time I had spent in a Polaroid.
Another door was nice to me but the nuts were badly screwed.
The bravest move was taking a chance on each door.
That any one of them could have been it.
And every door was knocked.
The next door might welcome me with the brightest smile.
But I just might have been the only one there to knock.
Copyright © Tolulope Onayemi | Year Posted 2025
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