The Inner Door

This was the first poem I ever wrote

        The Inner Door

  Open the door and what do I see?

Is it something I wish to feel as it beckons unto me?

 

         Do I dare to want to reach out and touch?

To feel such and elusive thing that seems not  much?

 

         Have I the courage to really find,

That which is caught up in my inner mind?

 

         If I move but gently and softly,

Each day I feel my courage grow.

 

         One day soon to reach my inner peace,

Then outwardly to glow.