Stand alone in the hallway,
rows of doors before me,
each one locked, forcing me onward.
Not certain what I will find if
I keep walking down this path,
or should I turn around and run back?
But I fear I lost my way to the room
I used to know.
To the door, I firmly closed behind me
confident, that I could unlock another.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy