I need more time.

A little more time,

Then I will be ready.

Right now, I feel unsteady,

So is it such a crime,

To ask for more time?

The pressure is getting to me.

“Open the door,” they say.

When I get there, the knob is heavy.

I tell them “I wish to stay,”

But my fate is predetermined

No matter what I say.

“You are taking too long.”

I get shoved out the door.

No, this is wrong.

This is not what I asked for.

The door closes behind me.

I turn around to go back,

And I am met with a smack.

The door remains closed behind me.

I jiggle the knob in desperation,

But it refuses to budge.

Not an ounce of consideration.

Old memories are stuck like a grudge.

Please wait; I’m not ready.

I want to go back.

Will you please let me?

But the door does not open a crack.

Tears of waterfalls

Stream down my face.

Remembering my past falls,

Memories I am unable to replace.

All these years of pain

I am trapped with,

Consuming my brain.

My life its own myth,

Nothing feels real anymore.

Not too long ago,

I was a child so lively and free.

Now I just feel so low.

Nothing is where I want it to be.

Dreaming of what will come

My life then I want nothing more,

As I am so overwhelmed from

Being forced through this door.

While drowning in my thoughts,

A light shines on my face.

Maybe I am not completely lost,

And my life not a total disgrace.

I take one step at a time

Away from the door behind.

I notice there are more doors.

These ones are unlocked,

A whole new chapter to explore.

Though a part of me still feels blocked,

And I may never recover.

The door behind me is locked forever,

So to my fate I must surrender.