Monsters

One small door, I could not open,
for monsters lingered there.
The others all were easier,
for I knew what they must be.

In keeping shut that little door,
I fought the tides of life,
but, one morning bright and early,
I allowed myself to travel through.

Behind the door that scared me so,
the monsters were so small,
and feared the light to such degree,
that passing glimpses only, did I see.

Beyond the door lay light
and warmth enough to spur me on,
to open each new door I find
and let the light grow brighter still.