Middle

 The light, so gently shown

The door, so near to me

Alas, was it meant for me I don’t know

But I go back into the freezing snow

Buried, the sound of the chirping bird hits me

Covered, I push myself up

Perhaps I could let my feelings be

Yet I know I must stand back on my feet

Month to month, year to year

I pass through both doors

One filled with glee one filled with fear

It is as if I am stuck on a boat with no oars