Who am I to question the way a door is opened?
Push. Pull. Lift latch. Turn knob. “Abracadabra”
So what if I choose incorrectly at least half of the time?
Enter. Exit. Round and round.
When last we talked I caught a glimmer of remorse. Maybe you would choose a different door this time, or maybe find a new way to open it.
We were friends once. Invisible doors were slammed. I lost a figurative finger.
All I’m saying, is I’ll help you open that door again. We can lean against it together.
“Gateway“
Overgrown, cloistered
broken path beckons enter,
mysteries await
Beyond yon gateway
sweet surcease entices all
safe harbor perhaps?
Or a peaceful mask
for unbounded violence
does this door provide?
We find as we seek
death or life, evil or good,
poison or sweet balm
Enter then at risk
of encountering your fate
heart safely guarded
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a door left wide open, perhaps a precipice.
step right in; leap heedlessly into
the dark abyss.
instead i demurred, chose the status quo,
and now we face the consequence, but how was i to know?
guarded portal closed, shut for all these years,
yet if it should swing wide again i’m bound to face my fears.
your progeny are ill behaved, i’ll say,
disrespectful to all but you;
the interest compounded throughout their lives steadily accrues.
or maybe i’ll just smile and nod, agree with all you say,
waiting there by an exit narrowed, and again, watch you walk away.
Praying for Eyebrowz 