The House of October

the old orange door stands tall and proud

the peeling paint and cracked wood don't deter me

every day I walk on by

past the broken fence no longer white

years of weather taking its toll

grass so high the birds can take flight

house lights no longer bright

but the door

it's here like every other night

closing me off from the unknown

a world i'm desperate to explore

if it wasn't for that damn door

what's stopping me?

i'm not even sure

my pacing is wearing down the cobbles on this road

i need to decide

there is no reward without risk

i just have a feeling

no

i know

knocking on that door is not the way to go

maybe i'll go around back

find a side door

see what's lurking behind

but that just doesn't sit right

i want to walk through that forbidden door

i need to pass through the amber portal

find my way home

i don't belong out here

left in the frigid cold

the leaves have died again

exposing the holes

i feel it stirring inside

i can't let it go

every Samhain it's the same

the eerie feeling is begging me

showing me where to go

i can hear the crows screaming

telling me to take the leap

my steps change path

the door is all i see

that creaky gate can't stop me

i'm past the first hurdle

my speed increased

the disheveled steps creak beneath my feet

that large rusted handle within reach

knocking might be out, but i have a feeling if i push—

the door swings open

phantom winds flying through

the portal is before me

black and white swirl together

the doorway illuminated by a moonlit sky

my heart pounds between my ears

excitement growing

i take a step forward, then another

already knowing

the House of October has always been mine

nothing can stop me now that i'm inside

the ancient orange door is no longer the enemy

as it closes behind me, so does my life before

it's so clear now

i can't believe i didn't see it before

October is my home

it will give me everything and more