Day 357- A Faded Portal

What do you make of a door that can no longer close,

a door that has lost its handle years ago?

Do you accept its subtle but open treat

and through its empty broken hole you peep?

Or do you stand and stare at its faded state

and wonder what scariness lies ahead?

Will you try and pry it open,

barely containing your excitement?

Or will you choose to leave it alone,

why risk the wrath of the unknown?

What do you do with a door that just won't open,

frozen with disuse, a door that's broken?

 Do you accept that it truly is immobile

and that attempts to access'll be futile ?

Or do you stand and stare at its faded state

and scheme and devise a way to invade?

Will you resort to shouting open sesame,

with high hopes, in sweet anticipation?

Or will you sigh and say it's not meant to be,

yield to it, in complete submission?

It may be wise to pause and remember,

closed doors surely can't stay shut forever;

yet neither are we the wiser
 if close by there is another; 

an open portal, we forget or ignore,
for we are too intent on a shut door.