Portal

The way is always through.
Of course, this is nothing new.

Sometimes I wait in silence,
hoping the door will open
on its own without offense.
Alas, I must move again.

But, my entry is blocked.
Sheer strength will not make it give,
I am closed and it is locked.
Change I must if I’m to live.

If I stay I will smother
and languish in pure chagrin.
I could wait for another
and let them find the way in.

But, that is their way not mine.
I wish I knew what was there,
make a plan to force the line
that would make it easier.

OK, I must turn the knob
and enter despite the threat.
My heart heaves a heavy throb.
My body shudders with sweat.

Of course, this is nothing new.
The way is always through.

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