The Door

Calm and ready.
Facing the door.
Waiting to open and make something more.
The future is there
and dreams to come true,
in light cast around me
of silver and blue.

I turn, and see a long path.
The people there, and gone.
The steps to this moment.
The fight, and the music.
The love.
The ribbon of my fate.
I turn again and see the door.
I see it but don't know,
to open,
or to wait.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.