The Door

I think the door is open again.
Do I go in?
It closed on me so fast the first time, I just feel the same thing is going to happen as soon as I set one foot beyond the threshold.
I feel I've been working so hard to open this door, yet I could never find the right keys.
I remember when I first came to the door and tried to just waltz right in.
It was embarrassing seeing everyone I know simply walk through, as they all possessed the keys that unlocked the door.
I had refused anyone's offer to simply walk in with them, because I felt it was my own fault to not have the key. So I just waited for my own opportunity to walk in.
Since then, I've found so many keys, yet I don't know which one is the right one.
I've spent so long waiting for the door to open I feel almost passive about this particular opportunity. I've spent most of my times with the "left behinds" that I'm just nit willing to leave at the moment. But I know that door won't open again for a while. I can't stay.
I know I won't see my friends again--whether on the outside or inside of this door.
The best thing I can do at this point is welcome the new with open arms. It'll be like opening my eyes in the sun all over again. I haven't done that in a while.
I remember it though...it felt so nice. Everything was fine.

I just need to turn this knob and everything will be fine...right?