By Monica C. Voskamp
She pushed the door harder
It still wouldn’t budge.
Hours of work were
Now seemingly in vain.
In frustration, she slumped
Her body against the old
Wooden frame before she
Sank to the floor.
It was then she heard it,
A slow eerie creak.
Her waning hope burst
Into a surge of adrenaline.
She banged her shoulders
Hard against the wood
And suddenly she fell
Backwards as the door
Opened.
She stared eyes large
At the scene she saw.
Above her head was
The thickest black
Swirling heavy mass
Penetrating darkness
Over her.
She then realized
The frightening truth,
This was a reluctant
Door for a reason.
It was never meant
To be opened so easy.
She swallowed hard
The feeling of terrified.
She had just broke into
The door of doom.
© 2020 MONICA C. VOSKAMP
Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤
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