Searching

There’s too little light to see properly,

But he goes on, undeterred,

The light appears eventually, as it always does,

Beckoning him to come closer,

He hopes that this is not all a trick,

That the universe isn’t toying with him,

The door is open,

Just slightly but that’s more than it ever has been before,

What he sees on the other side is not what he expected,

He doesn’t know if it’s what he needed,

It is simply there,

And he has to make do with it.