open

there
in the darkness
a door

wooden
cracked and
ancient

standing in a place
that was
a blind spot

it is there;
suddenly
and yet present,
as it always was
from birth

a red twist of a cord holds a hanging sign
and a warning
that my heart has always heeded
until now

like light through a shut eye
the color
around the door
is blood
transparent skin; illuminated

and with the force
of the Mighty One
it is thrown
open

the sky
pours in
and sight
is given