the doorway stood in front of me...

for years i observed it's color

solid white wood-

it was bright enough to shine
but pale enough to be forgotten...

a single black doorknob
was it's only fixture-
leaving enough character
that i knew the door must be named-
apprehension.

knock knock
who was there?
i never got an answer.

for years i stood in front of the door
allowing it's curiosity to swallow me,
creating ideas of what might happen
if i should introduce my hand
to the twisting motion
of new beliefs,
opening that door
without a key...
would it be unlocked?

one day it had opened
without a single hand to the ****
without any kind of key
it seemed it only took some patience
and believing of what could be.

the white doors solidity had folded
right before me
my future was molded
and there
waiting on the other side
was a bouquet of flowers
with a hand written note that read:
"welcome, you've finally made it"