Just Knock

I stand at the door
huge and ancient
cracked and weathered
I stand
it hangs
slightly ajar
that door
to the future… the past
I stand here
running my hands
gently over
cracked and peeling paint
splinters embed themselves
I caress this door
longing to go through
yet ever so afraid
to knock


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s