I stand before this door.
It’s closed.
I look behind me.
I see several doors
And I opened them.
I was not afraid of what was behind them.
I know I could fight it.
I look at the door before my face
It’s been closed all those years
Sometimes I listen at the door
Or peak true the chamfer under the door.
I’ve touched the doorknob many times
But I can’t open this door.
It frustrates me
My hands freeze when I try
I opened several ones like this,
But not this one.
I am afraid
So I keep it closed
And sometimes I listen, and sometimes I peak
Wondering what would happen if I would open it..