“What secrets lie behind door number seven?” Gun Roswell

Secret Door

Ever so slowly
The door opens,
Boldly
Still, sneaking in
Through
The open crack
Not once
Looking back
The odds
Against me stacked
But enthusiasm
I do not lack
Walking through
One step
At the time
For now
I am feelinga
Just fine
Knowing
This place beyond
Will be mine
Breath hitches
As I am finally
Inching
My way through
Quick
Is the beat
Of my very heart
I know now
I should have
Played it smart
But it’s too late
No more do I hesitate
I am finally here
Through the doorway
Through the looking glass
I have
Now passed
And it could not
Be better!