Before Liberty... Poem by Frances Kay

I stand in darkness midst adrift a stone en-shrouded door
Where trick of light would have me stand a million times and more
Let's not me know, in truth, there is no way nor other side
That I might enter, hide behind or lock you out... abide

I ponder this great rise that seems to keep me out of bounds
Am I imprisoned such that life would seek to me confound
Behind a door whose presence I would stand to counterpose
Should I agree, at variance be or choose to decompose?

Composed, I close my eyes... there's nothing here for me to see
Except the dark that blinds my sight to no more you and me
I reach ahead... no path to tread, I claim I am the way
To be or not, to die, to sleep... I met myself... passé