The Initiation Poem by Remya Sasindran

the doorway was small,
almost unnoticeable,
hidden in a deep dark corridor
which would rather not have been thread
if at all there was a choice.

but today I wake up and say that am looking for it
desperately even
a search that gets me things I don’t like
things I don’t understand
and don’t want to know
the introduction to these new friends
finds a discomfort in me that, by now, is so familiar

but now I stand here
my hands stretched out
to reach it

and hesitate again.