Doorways

A tall padlocked door stood before her.
Had she waited longer than the portal?
It seemed so ancient and hallways recur.
Her path as a wheel turned back to call.
The more fixed, the farther she dropped.

A key so small to work on the big hole.
How could rusted tumbles be controled?
It appeared too grave and the wind stills.
Her way as a road yet the walls did chill.
The more frozen, the harder to unstop.

A shadow so black to throw back all light.
How might tiny candles pierce that night?
It looked over sinister and in fell darkness.
Her journey as a ghost moans and possessed.
The more fractious, the easier to collapse.

A truth so free to show her all resolve.
Had she missed simplicity that evolves?
It was freshly gentle to access the door.
Her gate as a hedge through the dark.
The key most fitting, lightest in mark.
And all waiting over her steps assured.

Dt