Doors inside and around me
In so much of my space
Opening and closing
at such a rapid pace

Barely is one opened
than another one appears
Some slam shut with a resounding bang
others I barely hear

There are those which appear so firmly wedged
a key nowhere in sight
Such energy I’ve wasted there
pushed and pulled with all my might

Now I see how pointless this is
why it would never work
For no door can be set ajar
Without finding the right key first

Keys turn up in so many forms
Often where least expected
Sometime in places new to us
Others in boxes long neglected

When the key appears before me
I accept it with gratitude and grace
For I know when it presents itself
More inner demons I have faced

And then in conquering all the battles
Each of them one by one
The doors they just keep opening
To reveal the rising sun

Trish Johnston ©    5^th November 2010