Little Door Poem by John Collins Areyayefa

My door
I’d long searched for you
As do all my kind
In distance of circles, we tread
The thought of your nearness
Gave little comfort
Yet, you were far away
Discouragement threatens our quest

Its you my precious Door
They failed to seek
And you’ve paced your distance
I shall chase you through thorns
And let your paths, my passage be.

They’ve puzzled over your worth
And treasures are no longer silver nor gold.
They tread easy paths
And no one conquered failure
Though we fought all the way through
We never made it
One day, one day
We all hoped
When I shall find you
I found exit to all men's strain.

John Collins Areyayefa