My Road Ends at the Door
An uncertain fate after a call
“We need you to come in.”
No reason, no answers to my questions
Just two steps from the door now
Standing somewhere outside time
My past clear and comforting
The time before the call
My future now uncertain
All my plans foggy
My dreams suddenly out of reach
I’m caught in the purgatory of the present
Everything hinging on the turn of door knob
Soft music plays, somehow soothing, yet foreboding
A few strange faces glance up
Waiting to overhear my fate
Hoping to bide time before they hear their own
Cold, white tile with tiny blue flecks
Making my final steps echo in front of the door
The tiny hallway with just five doors
Now seems infinite, no where for me to run
There’s no choice now
Just one more step, a twist of a knob
Then all will be made clear
I don’t want to know, my mind screams
Then, the mahogany door slowly opens
No turning back now
My road’s led to this for better or worse.
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Krysta Dawn
A long-time writer finding her passion for writing once again, sharing advice, and spicing up the world one word at a time. Expect personal stories, motivation, writing advice, tech opinions, and whatever else randomly comes to mind.
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