The Door

The Door 

I’d like to walk through the door to some greener pasture,

Escape my childhood room that has held me captive.

The key is inside me, nestled among my heart and lungs-

I swallowed it long ago.

Can I cough it up now?

Extract it ever so gently from between my lips?

Can I just walk over and open it right up?

Step out,

Look at the sun,

Know that I can run.