Open Door

The heavy door.

It stands ajar now.

Not pushed, not pulled.

Just... open.

Beyond, the dim.

A room, long sealed.

Dust motes still hanging.

Still, nothing revealed.

I asked for the key.

He simply turned it.

Expected the lock,

the effort to earn it.

But it swung.

No sound. No grind.

Just this new space.

And nothing to find.

My hands are empty.

The path cleared,

but the map

was always fear.