In Sight

I can begin to see
As if seeing the light
Through the door that
has just been opened a crack
Allowing enough room/vision
for a peek
I feel the presence of something
More than I can see it
Nothing is clear
There is only a hint of
Knowing there is something more, beyond me,
beyond my grasp, my existence
My attempts to push the
door open farther is met
with resistance
an unseen opponent
Do I dare try to see what is
holding me back? Do I
push harder?
WHAT IF, WHAT IF
what if I see the light
Will I be happier, more prosperous
more caring, more loved, what will I be?
What if I close the door, what will happen then?
Will I remain here, stuck, empty
stagnant
Will the door ever be there again
Is it closed for eternity
Only if I push it open may I see
above and beyond

Rebecca Hofeldt
http://ThePoetWithinCommunity.com