threshold of paradise

I’m here at last, frostburned and tortured,
but I’m here, good lord, I’m here at last,
and the gates are shut to me –
but I’m here, waiting at this hinged wall,
pounding the crystal until my arms get shattered,
knocking with stumps until they’re too meager to even be stumps.
I’m here, damn you, and you won’t let me in?
After all this suffering, you will still leave me to die?
Ah, of course, there’s a lesson in this
learned as I leave my body to the vultures and,
at long last,
the doors creak open to retrieve me.

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