The Door

 Do you wish to start anew?

But scared to stand

In front of the Door of Destiny.

Your trembling fingers lay wrapped at the door handle.

Are you too afraid to open?

To a place so unknown and foreign

Where the other side could be Paradise or 

as we wait, it might manifest into our worst fears.

The dressing stabbing thoughts that lay buried. 

Deep down in the back of our skull.

Telling you to reconsider, to back away

To think there is another way

Another magical fantastical entrance into the oasis.

Holding onto this airless floating moment

To think of a patented guaranteed solution

To all our imagined hellish scenarios

That we have and have yet to experience.

But today I didn't open the door.

The door opened for me and

I held onto the hand that helped me through.