Kurt Philip Behm

Through The Doorway I Was Shown

Locked inside my indecision,

death opened up the door

 

And let me look inside my fear,

which I hated and abhorred

 

The view not half as frightening,

as the stories others lied

 

And its arms extended toward me,

standing frozen—heart denied

 

My steps then hesitated,

and its threshold wasn’t breached

 

As I watched the door shut slowly,

todays verdict now impeached

 

But a key was thrown out to me,

unlocking things I’ve yet to know

 

Of a still uncertain future,

through the doorway I was shown

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

... inspired by John Donne