The Glass Door Swung Open Wide
The glass door swung open wide
an open novel on the other side,
years of waiting to be just read
left dangling like a loose thread.
An open novel on the other side
never left a secret place to hide,
wanting only a chance to shine
every mountain a steep decline.
Years of waiting to be just read
left constant loneliness instead,
long days of restless solitude
developed sadness in attitude.
Left dangling like a loose thread
a personality dissolved in dread
waiting for the time in life to ride
the glass door swung open wide.