I'm looking at it
this door in front of me
it's closed, I've locked it
I don't know what's on the other side
 
I look around
noticing the room
it's a place I know
but I've grown out of it
 
But this door
it's holding back the unknown
things are waiting on the other side
that's the only sure thing I know
 
I can leave it closed
sure, why go through?
I've done a lot of work on this room
I have it just the way I want it
 
But it holds me in
It comforts me, it keeps me safe
if I open to door
it may change this room completely
 
Choices, decisions
what do I do?
Once this door opens, even if I close it,
this room won't be the same
 
The light coming under the door crack
beckons me to come forward
the future awaits
time to step over the threshold
 
~Copyright 2009, Mary D'Alba~