When one door closes

(A poem about an ending written in 10-20 lines completely in blank verse.)


A black cap, a golden tassel waving,
heels clicking across a silver stage,
diploma in hand, the end of an era.

A shiny new key swaying on a circle,
car door slamming, boxes piled to the
ceiling, front door closes, left alone at

last. A fresh job, more faces to learn,
big girl clothes, reporter notes scribbled.
No more frat parties, drinks, games and stupid.

But as the front door closes, the world is silent.
Sucking in deep breathes, calming the nerves.
Free and on my own at last, the door opens.