She went through the left door, she entered through the right.

All that she wanted to be sought, had not yet to be in her sight.

That one little thing was what she'd been pondering of and always still praying that it would be met by the means of the "above".

It phased day and night through her mind about whether or not she had been searching right.

Every door she would open would not lead her to what she was looking for, but nonetheless, just a mere imitation of what she wanted in the means of desperation.

"Where could it be? Where could it be? How long will I have to be in search for thee?"

Ponder. Ponder. Ponder.

A dizzy-daizy-dazzle-wonder, is all that her mind could be found under.

What is she doing wrong? Or, what is she doing too right to find herself being under such an untypical, destructable kind of fright?

Will her noggin lead her into the path that's right?

Knock Knock. "Who's there?"

Step foot into the next door just to realize that she has such a maze to have to explore, each and everyday, just more and more.

Why does she have to go through all of this for?

Is it really that much needed to finally help her know when, where, how, and why she might have probably succeeded?

Will she one day knock on the right door to find that the one who opens it, is the one that she has always been looking for?

Will she finally one day know that there is an end to this crazy maze that put her mind-set through a dizzy daze?

Will she finally be taken for who she is and for not that of the things in which she has got?

Will what she find finally take her away from the blind and let her realize that it's not 100% of what's in the mind but in the heart?

Will the person who has opened the door help her adapt to what can now be called a "new start"?

Can she finally be brought to the light and out from the dark?

And all the places of wounds and hurt in her soul to be unmarked?

Will she? Can she? The questions...

Knock Knock.

"Who's there?"

"Your prince charming, my darling. You are now under my care."