Beyond the Door

I think somewhere

within the sights

of greater eyes than mine

A certain destiny’s moulding -

ageing – like fine wine.

I used to be an athlete

I used to love to win

And now I have to keep the score

by points I’ve held within.

I’ve always had a vision

Now I’ve got the key

Behind the Door

I’ll see what more

Will now become of me.

by Sharon Cordes Okrasa

Words In Motion 2014