The door was waiting, waiting by
It watched her open and close the rest
But the final door waiteeed and withered
Until the door was no longer shut
The girl walked through
No longer a girl
But something else
Now the door stands
Watching and waiting
Sad for it is feared
but it is so mistaken
The door did not ask to be what it is
though it is not bad
nor is it good
It is only reality