My Doorway Poem by Jessica Goudreault

Quietly, it stays solid and locked
In order to open, someone must knock

Concealed mysteries await further on
That only keyholders may look upon

You kick and batter to try and break through
But that will never, ever do

Curiosity swells and begins to rise
Looking inot dark, untelling eyes

You tell yourself 'I bet I already know her'
But why do you still wonder over and over?

Your judgment is only based on looks
Don't try to read my like a book

If you want to be allowed entrance
You must be able to have patience

Locked out, as the rain starts to pour
On the steps outside the door

Still you sit, waiting to see
What hides behind this door of me

Don't give up and walk away
We could become great friends someday

You just have to ask politely
I will give you the key

For you, I will no longer hide
Turn the key, open the door
And take a step inside
See me as I am and more