Against Hope
by Sheila Petre
I reach through the dark for the door,
Unsure
If it stands ajar, the edge too near my nose,
Or closed.
My elbow crooks to catch it first
Lest, worse,
My brow would take the blow.
Slow—slow—
I reach through the dark for the door,
Unsure.
Sheila Petre is a Pennsylvania housewife who shares love, laughter and the hope of the resurrection with her welder husband, Michael, and their eight children born from 2007 through 2019.
Photography by Kenneth Godoy