Through the Doorway I Was Shown
Locked inside my indecision,
death opened up the door
And let me look inside my fear,
which I hated and abhorred
The view not half as frightening,
as the stories others lied
And its arms extended toward me,
standing frozen—heart denied
My steps then hesitated,
and its threshold wasn’t breached
As I watched the door shut slowly,
todays verdict now impeached
But a key was thrown out to me,
unlocking things I’ve yet to know
Of a still uncertain future,
through the doorway I was shown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
... inspired by John Donne
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2016
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