The door that saves my life

I am in complete darkness.

The black abyss surrounds me, the silence all but comforting.

I am alone, afraid, and still as if a boulder that has sat for years.

I can’t see much, but from what I do, a light is up ahead. 

There is a door, painted pink, with yellow runes engraved in its wood.

Vines grow on that door, spiraling up the frame and to the knob, where a soft, golden rose blooms from its center.

I take a step, then two, walking slowly through the abyss to get there, but I falter, and fall on my knees, right next to the opening.

I feel a pain pulse through me, a sadness, a hurt I can’t get rid off that aches in a way I can’t quite explain.

I’m so close to the door, and yet so far away. 

My tears fall, and I sink to the ground, hugging my knees as the hope is lost and all I can feel is numbness, darkness, the feeling of being lost…

And then I stop feeling, I take in a breath, and I look up, and see the door above. 

I stand, I walk, stumbling almost. 

I put my hand to the knob; it feels warm, welcoming. I turn it. 

The doorway opens to a forest, calm, serene, the trees spiral up to the sky in the colors of evergreen and dark greens, mixed with the ferns of mint color and the flowers of deep blue, red, yellow and pink scattered all on the forest floor. 

I look up, and close my eyes as I feel the warmth of the sun on my face, its rays shining down and dappling the woods and making it look like a rainbow, as a light, misty fog covers the glade.

I take in a breath, the scent of pine, honeysuckle, spruce and a freshly fallen rain enter my nose. 

I breathe out. I’m calm, I’m happy for once, again.

I look behind me, and see the door, I close it shut on the abyss.

 I will never go back. I know some shadows have snuck through the frame and followed me here, but I’m not afraid anymore. No. 

I chose to be happy, So I will, at least, I’ll try.

Thanks to that door, I escaped an inescapable prison. I’m free, free to just be happy.