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 deception and the lies

And its arms extended toward me,
  standing frozen—eyes on mine

My steps then hesitated,
  and its threshold wasn’t breached

As I watched the door shut slowly,
  todays outcome never reached

But a key was left before me,
  to unlock what’s yet to know

Of a still uncertain future
  —through the doorway I was shown

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)