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.

 

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

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