The Door

There are many doors
Some painted bright
Welcoming entry
With no locks, an easy push and you’re in
Each one an opportunity
A chance at adventure
A change for the better
A pathway to a goal

But some doors are hidden
Deep in the shadows
Painted black, entry forbidden
From what lurks on the inside
Those doors lead to pain
Hatred, fear, struggle
For what is within is poison
To the innocent soul

As we walk through our lives
And see the countless doors
We must open some
But we can’t open all
For doors lead to doors
Leaving hallways behind
Moving forward
From room to room

But out in the future
There is one Final Door
That awaits all of us
At the end of the hall
A door best avoided
But drawn like a magnet
We shuffle towards it
One day at a time

When the door is opened,
We are drawn inside
Then, the door is shut
The handle locked
The way out barred
To never return
To the hall we have left
The door disappears

And in that doorless room
Is the secret to all life
In the end we all will know
What awaits us
Are there other doors beyond?
I can’t say, for I can’t see them
But someday in the future
I will know…after the door is closed.