So I walked along my wayward path.
Away from the tantrum throwing child and the toy now in pieces who'd dissipated into their worlds of adolescence.
Past the young man who I'd almost become fond of.
And up above my ball of yarn, playfully bouncing along but always there.
I'd found a new way to live, a new way to think and a new way to be.
And there before me stood the walls, counted, were three.
One had a door, locked by no keys
And on it read a plaque that read "enter me."
Below in gold letters in smaller hand writing were the words "I promise you new worlds and a power most mighty.
I'll give you the strength to persevere, to live on your own, with nothing to fear.
I'll give you the riches you inner most desire.
These promises are great but they come with a price, it's a long hard road from here on out. I'll tire you and bore you, and at times destroy you.
And you will most definitely be alone.
But satisfaction is at the end, sitting atop a golden throne."
It tickled my fancy and rattled my bones, but to the others I looked for whichever I chose would be my new home. The middle walls door had some writing in silver, the words etched upon it could make some people waver. That first door was nice but this one was something else. "Your wishes and dreams served on a golden plate. No worries, no cares, all you have to do is open this door, and some of your own. It might hurt at first but then it'll be breezy . Sell your soul to me darling, from then on it'll be easy." I knew what it meant, and boy did I want to, but that third door awaited. Lingering briefly my hands on the knob, I decided to glance at the third one, just to see, maybe it might be the best of these doors three.
The wall was rough, and its door made of wood was ebony and gorgeous with some red writing, I stared transfixed by how beautiful it was. Finely crafted by someone, and left here for me. It felt oh so meant to be. I touched on its surface took in its scent, smoky and hazy, but welcoming somehow. This wall…how did it come here, how can this be. How have I never seen it before? I traced the wood patterns on this smooth black door. The letters they gleamed as if written in rubies. "A third try at love awaits you behind me." That's all there was, no story, and no promising guarantee. Just a cold wall, and wooden door, and me…weak in the knees, and tempted to touch, I longingly looked to the others. I heard voices and laughter and the sound of a child somewhere. One voice was mine…damn you. This door is nothing more than a shell, promising nothing, not heaven or hell. Just a chance a try, not failure or glory. It knew me too well, and didn't need more. Just some words scribbled onto a door. So I turned its knob and faced my new life, he walks on a separate path from mine. And just like the wall that held the beautiful door, he is cold and unyielding and offers no more than some kind words and reassuring glances, while sharing no emotion. He's tied to the world, a higher wall laughing at me, and guarding his name. But I look ahead smiling in spite of this mess, there may be a heavy weight on my chest. But I chose that door, and will try my hardest. I will make this worth the try, and I will suffer in silence.
