Closed Door
I am trying to run faster,But am forced to run as if I were a movie running in slow motion.
I can see the door in front of me,
But it is slowly closing,
Still too quickly for me to get through it before it closes forever.
I am not going to make it, of that I am sure.
I am afraid of what will happen if it closes before I get through.
I am almost there.
Will I make it?
So close...
I am too late; the door is closed. It disappears.
I am plunged into total darkness.
Wait; Is that a small sliver of light that I see?
Yes it is!
But where is it coming from?
I see it now.
It is two more doors, slowly opening...
There is also a third, that does not open.
Which one do I choose?
One looks bright, green, and easy, almost like... A painting?
The other looks like a dark, long, empty passage way, lit by a small candle.
I am about to walk through the first door, when suddenly...
Through the other door, I see that at the end of the passage, there is an opening.
That opening clearly leads to the outside, to a place like heaven, a place like...
A place like home.
Looking back through the first door, I'm shocked to see the painting fade,
Almost as if it were peeling off, revealing a place worse than hell.
I can't even describe how bad it is.
I try to open another door, the one that closed, but it is locked.
Suddenly, it swings open , showing something that is blurry and unclear,
With different colors, some dark, some light, and some neutral, grey even.
Thinking quickly, I see that most would take the second door, before it faded Into that evil place, not realizing what they were doing until it was too late.
I then observe that the rest would take the passage to that light place, the one Leading back home.
I realize that none would take that last door,
Because it is unclear where it leads.
Then, after a lifetime of following what everyone else does,
I am slightly shocked, but also strangely relieved, to see my feet moving Through that last door, not to be different, just to take the road less traveled, The one where you can't immediately see where it leads, how it ends.
I keep moving, and then I wake up.
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