The Door

by Debbie Wilson
(Spring Hill, FL)

When I awoke this morning
I finally looked out the door
Not knowing what I'd see
Not really sure

I thought I might see
Bright flowers
Green grass and tall trees

Instead all I saw
Was a wall
A tall wall
With no color at all

Nothing

And then I realized...

I was not looking at a wall
Not at all

I came to find
What I saw was the end of my mind

For many years before
I lost my chance to walk out that door