That Door Poem by Vera Sidhwa

That door I opened showed no scenery,
Only that elusive, vacuous kind.
The second door,
The same of a kind.

I opened many a door.
They reached from the heavens to the floor.
But out there it was elusive.
It alluded me.

I opened and slammed so many of them.
They revealed scenery all the same.
I couldn't by me, figure this out.
I was never in. I was always out.

The action I took was of a defeated kind,
Till I one day just gave up.
And that is when I started to see,
One huge door opening for me.