Now that I stand here before it
I wonder if I really want to open the door
What could await me on the other side?
A lion with a mouth full of teeth?
A monster with two heads?
Do I want to open it?
The knocking comes again
But do I want to open the door?
What could be outside?
What if it’s a child chilled to the bone?
What if it’s a friend wanting in?
Maybe I want to open the door.
What am I afraid of?
A tall black door
With a heavy bolt?
The thing which awaits me on the other side?
I take a breath and grip the knob
After all, it’s just a door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem