The door of my life

He stood there,
so still,
Just mocking me,
knowing id never dare go further,
He blocks my path,
barring me,
i cant go on,
he is stubborn,
Wants to be the centre of attention,
everyday people walk through him,
yet i only i may not pass.

I wonder if he feels a surge of power,
stopping me,
making me wait for him,
my life is on standby,
as he ponders his next move.

I know im not ready,
but one day ill stand tall,
ill walk straight up to him,
and turn the iron handles,
ill go through to the other side,
finally seeing whats next.

Until then ill wait patiently,
i have time,
i know his hinges will not rust,
i know his wood wont turn to dust,
but i can wait,
to open the door of my life.