The Darkness Beyond

It is quiet. All is dark.

I thought I had found stability a week ago but it was for naught. It was but just a fleeting dream. One which, in hindsight, I had better not indulge in.

The work was hard and the hours short, the pay was then not worth my time were I stayed for the long term.

Getting laid off was a good thing, then. As they say a door closes and many others open. In my case I feel as if I was forced out a door which slammed behind me and into a dark corridor, where the only lights I could see are from the gaps in the numerous doors, but I had to knock on each one by one, then wait and see if they would open to me.

I had to wonder how long do I wait at each door?

What if while waiting for this door that never opens, some door down the road does and I miss it?

The corridor is long and dark and I can only see the faint light of so many doors at a time.