Literature
Doors
Doors,
every which way I look
all I see are doors.
Blocked,
an obstacle stands at each door
telling me I can't open the doors.
Fear,
I just stare at the obstacles
fearful to make a move to clear them.
Crack,
the doors open slightly
showing me where I could go.
Taunts,
they begin to mock me
daring me to pass the obstacles.
Anxiety,
shaking in my spot
i'm afraid to take the challenge.
Peek,
everything out the doors
make me want to go through them.
Uncertainty,
unmoving I question if I can go through
or will I forever be stuck in this spot.
Stuck,
can't move my body
just staring at the doors until it's too late.