The Door to my Dreams

The door was twelve feet tall
seven feet wide, and three feet thick.
A faint light shone through
the sliver between the
dense metal gates.
Thick, dark, stone blocks
enveloped the door,
while cast iron chains
held it closed on
the other side.

Only those who were willing to
take a risk could get through:
risk physical harm and exhaustion,
risk love, laughter, and even life.
Only the most powerful people,
could burst through:
burst through the chains
the metal, and the stone,
without damage.
Only the most intelligent would gather:
gather a group of others
to assist and support in the
battle with the passageway.

I am here,
looking though the minuscule crack
admiring the faint light:
because I was not strong,
was not smart, and did not take risk.

I did not try.