Of Doors To The Other Side

Standing at a door,
knocking.
Staring at the floor,
despairing.
Shouting a call,
listening.

No answer comes forth.
Just silence,
and darkness.
Silence and darkness,
not just silent darkness,
relentless.

It is warm and pulses,
through the soles of my feet,
I feel the rhythmic beat,
keeping pace with my heartbeat.
A throbbing deed,
knocking with intensity.
Increasing.
I grasp the door handle with tenacity.
Turning,
effortlessly swinging open

The.
Door.
Was.
Not.
Locked.

All the while I knocked.
Pulling it ajar,
light streams in from afar.
With light comes sight,
With sight I understand my plight,
everything is alright.

In ignorance I yearned,
For what I thought I rightly earned,
To be on the other side,
but I know now,
what I always felt deep down,
I am where I always wished to be,
warm and safe
inside your heart….^_^