Journey Towards The Door

By Anant Gunesh Berge

The room is empty, mute and murky, Eerily calm, Relentlessly cold, Drying the cracks of his wounds.

Ears are tired of hearing the silent noise within. Mind is reeling the thoughts of the past. Eyes are wet and dim, imploring radiance in the dark aghast. Neck is leveraging the fallen head, Heart is beating like a dead. Legs have withheld the energy, leaving the tips to shiver. Hands are warming the junked knee caps. Spine and shoulders are bent in submission to the grief being celebrated within.

Where’s the door, he can’t see. Should be perhaps ten steps away but, will take him miles to reach there.

He’s sitting here, on the floor, sticky, and can’t make a move effortlessly. Quiet and Quite grim. . .

But wait! He hears a latch being touched, It’s the door somewhere being pushed. Eyes muddle and focal on a thin flash, slowly widening, Light penetrating the gaps, A ray now is being formed, coming towards the lost soul, A portal seems to be opening...

Spine erects! Legs release the energy, The neck lifts the head with strength. Eyes races down towards the door, Ears are dying to explore, Consciousness escapes the cage of mind, runs away on the carpet of ray,

The warmth of light is drying the stickiness of the slope, Feels like the broken self wants to welcome this Ray of Hope, He wants to grab this chance to make himself prove, but is too blue to make a move. . . Who opened the door for him! Is this some opportunity again! Will, he be able to gather the strength enough or, will remain smeared with pain!

Well, to cross this dark, he’ll have to embark. He is alone. Battered legs, shabby hands, shattered courage, and a weary brain. It’s all he has for this campaign. Is this enough or, he needs anything more, to begin his JOURNEY TOWARDS THE DOOR!

By Anant Gunesh Berge