To Find the Door

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

“How will I find the door,”

he asks as he wanders through the dark,

“when it opens for me?”

He is told

There will be a light

that breaks through the black.

But he is in despair

Because he has been in the dark for so long

That when the light finally comes

He’s afraid he will be blind to it.

But he is assured

Light is more

Than just something you see.

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