The Open Door Poem

The Open Door

Through the open door I go,

Into a world I do not know.

I’m left without any directions.

Absent from all grand connections.

Like diving into a pool at first,

I choose to make the best from worst.

Where I’ll travel down this road

I don’t know, I wasn’t told.

Yet on I go nonetheless;

Gaining control of my stress.

Although I’m not sure of the score,

I don’t look back at the open door.