I keep returning to this door
knowing what's in store
because I've been here before
My memories are so clear
I stop before this door and knock
Turn the handle but it's locked
Standing there in shivered shock
Holding back the fear
At this door is nothing more
then a soul....that is poor
looking for a better shore
Knowing it is near
Looking here within
For the inner strength from Him
listen to the little din
Hear the whispers in my ear
(3 June 2007)
JoJo Bean
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-door-16/
