
Here waiting
by this old rusty door,
the key to my future
and all its splendor.
Walking through the door,
a brilliant light floods my path;
darkness dissipates behind me
as I make a mad dash.
Finally, free of all
I’ve ever known and endured,
your outstretched hand in front of me,
so gentle and concerned.
At long last, finding the place
where I belong,
wrapped in a love so tender
and yet so strong.
Your embrace whisking me
away from this world,
the depths of our desires
at last unfurled.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: Here waiting by the door
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