The Door Poem by Otha Gwabe

I look at that door,
The same one that leads in and out.
I walked through many times before,
Over a hundred times no doubt.

I know there'll be a time...
I'll walk through it one last time,
It still looks the same,
While I've grown with age,

Open, shut, in, out...
Like emotions that jump about
That door was to my cage at a point,
That door will be to my next checkpoint.

It's only locked at night,
Then it's really shut tight.
One day I'll hold the key.
Will I stay inside or go out and be me?