An open door through which all pass

May lead us to a different path,

Unless the handle is grasped and turned

No one will know what could be learned

 

The difficulty of the task,

Of which I must ask,

Is how to first get out the chair

To take the step to free the lair.

 

The comfort of familiar cloth

Has to be first dusted off

Hand on the arms 

Super strength levers the body

To stand full length.

 

Step forward into the unknown 

Through the gap, all alone

The door that’s stood shut and grey

Shut for years cobwebbed up

Barring the way.

 

Grasp the handle slowly down

The latch it clicks, a rush of air, 

deep breath of sound

A flash of light, comes through the crack,

And there is now no going back

 

A last look back at well worn chair,

No going back my bodies there

I now vacate this earthly cell

The shrivelled husk of chrysalis hell

With new wings fly through the door

The one we are all waiting for.

 

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