After this.

In moments of simple existence 
that is, to be a door.
Standing strong and beautiful,
safe and tough. 
Glowing for all to see the protection 
as a point of reliability.
Denying, for doors have to be unbreakable, 
that its hinges have run dry.
Like an apology for knowing of how 
things will not be the same. 
But with never dying potential 
to lead someplace ever more wonderful 
than we have lived in before. 

Photo: My own