The door had no sign...unclear if it was open or locked
I had a choice to make...I stepped up and softly knocked
There was no voice...unclear if I should go in
I had a choice to make...take a step forward or remain where I had been
The air made no noise...unclear if my breathing would cause harm
I had a choice to make...battle the pangs of hurt or embrace caring's gentle charm
My thoughts had no reason...unclear if I was on the right path
I had a choice to make...set firmly my steps or succumb to indecision's wrath
It had no physical properties...unclear if I had walked through it before
I had a choice to make...clearly I breathed and turned the handle of the door.
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