I'd open that door, but I'm scared.
You see, that is no ordinary door. It's my door.
Gold and silver wrapped around each other like vines--thornless.
Enough thorns adorn the other side. I hope they don't nick you.
There's a lot I hope doesn't hurt you.
You see, my door may look beautiful and bright, but what it opens to is an
Will that frighten you? You, who thinks they know everything about my door.
Where it came from, How it was made, What it leads to...
But what if you were wrong? What if everything you thought was wrong?
Would you still appreciate the door, my door?
You may be wrong, but there is no need for distance. My intentions were not of
deceit, I promise you. The door, my door is still the same one you looked upon
all those years ago. It's just changed.
I've changed and where you thought it led was a dream of your own making.
Now, I wish you to see, but will you promise me something?
Once you open my door, walk all the way through and do not close it.
Promise me, for I fear it may not open again.
There are things that frighten even me about my door.
It's of my creation and That is what I fear most.
Published by T.S. Jackson