someone said

the key is the 'will'.
maybe, except that the key is something you gave me.
pure gift then.
all I have to do is put it in the door,
turn,
and push.
the things that prevent me?
fear of what's behind the door;
the desire to stay where I am. . . . . .

the longer I stay,
the harder it is to move on.
but it's essential not to get left behind;
then I really am on my own!

I think there might be glue on my bum