The Doorway to the Doorway

The Doorway to the Door

by dan ankers

Not quite there

but almost there

Not quite the doorway I’m striving for

but the one

before the one

Sort of the Foyer

to the mansion of my Dreams

Held up with my back bones and

Sinewy Seams

Wrung not from sopping wet clothes

leftover from the wastebasket of yesterday’s successes

but instead wrung from my head

bred from today’s incessant duresses

So whether it be

The Doorway

To the doorway

to the doorway

to the door

OR

More evolutions than even I can count

making me expel my every amount

and even more

I shall push and I shall

bind

and I shall shape and I shall

find

A future

which is worthy

Call it Mine

And in Time when Time remembers

the challenges

which I have met

The historians will pronounce

this

heavens sent