The gate doors had a warm personality, despite its appearance.

 It matters not how strait the gate,

Invictus by William Ernest Henley




I stretch my arms

And the gate doors don’t hug me back

But I know that’s for the better

As all things should be 

Even when we don’t see what God sees 

And although they don’t hug me back

I feel its suffocating warmth 

There’s almost no space to breath 

There’s almost no space to trip over my own clumsy feet

Yet, if Earth lost control over gravity

I know this gate would hold me straight

It waits for me even when I’m late 


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