Door number one or
Door number two?
Either present options to her.
Door number one
Comes with an incessant knock
That shows up right on cue.
Door number two
Has a fainter tap
Barely audible like a finger snap.
Door number one keeps knocking
Resembling an annoying, yet needy
Neighbor with important news.
Door number two
Peaks her c u r i o s i t y
Within the silent breaks of the taps.
She stands up to notice
Sunlight coming through the cracks.
Peace, warmth and happiness rise up
Delicately floating through the air
Like tiny glowing feathers
making their way to a cap.
Door number one
Becomes louder and is all too familiar.
In response, she feels overwhelmed
And overcome…with fear.
She yells for whoever or whatever
It is to leave.
She yells louder with
Hopes that it retreats.
The shadows emerge underneath
Giving a haunting glow
And an energy that seethes.
She reaches out
Feeling the knob in her grip,
It vibrates with
A powerful sensation.
Door number one
Or door number two?
Two doors side by side
Yet very different
Should she let it in or
Should she walk through?
She chooses, no longer in hesitation
The door opens and
She’s met with hope
As she sees a new point of view.
She’s glad that she went
With door number two
Because intuitively
She knew what to do.
Despite the noise
and the chatter,
She chose the door
That matters
Her future.
