I stood in front of that black-limned door-
I heard the bolts thrown open
I heard the locks click
I heard the un-used hinges squeal.
I stood there, held captive, against my will
As that door swung open
And I looked inside
And beheld the soul-searing blackness within
And I trembled.
I heard the howls and wails
Of Grief and Anguish
I heard the cries of Fear
And Loneliness and Rage.
The cold winds foul with Sadness
Cutting with icy fingers of Pain
Rushed by my face
And swirled around me
And tears bled from my eyes.
I stood there, terrified, frozen
An ageless endless eternity later
Before I had to step inside
The door slammed shut in front of me.
Blinded by tears I heard the crash
And fell to the floor, huddled in exhausted relief
Thanking the God of creation
And all who would hear
That I had not had to step inside.
I have turned my back on that door
And tried to forget that it is there
But sometimes I feel a cold draft
On the back of my neck
And I know, that having been opened once,
It is not so securely locked as it was before
And I shudder.
I send my love through that crack
That hairline crack that the draft seeps through
I send my heart through
Who had to step through that door
To the wailing darkness inside.
And I pray that they will not be lost
But will find their way through
The Grief and Pain
To the door that
Lies on the other side.