A Dead End

she was trying to go through that door
the door that was always locked from the start

she kept waiting and waiting
waiting it to be opened from the other side

she kept searching and searching
perhaps she could find the key

she turned around several times
wishing and wishing
hoping and hoping

plenty said the door will never be opened
and she will not go through that door

persistent, she kept trying
ignoring the laughter and smirk

plenty said it was not a door
it was a wall with a knob

a wall that was never made to be opened
a wall that mistakenly seen as a door

one day she figured it out
and cry