Beyond The Door
Who’s there?
A gorgeous witch with a poisoned apple?
Or a super-hyperactive scout girl with a messy bun,
Bringing the most delicious, healthy pancakes?
What’s that?
A light peeking through the keyhole
Is it from a flashlight cutting through the darkness of the night,
Or from Mr. Sun, ready to greet everyone with his brightest smile?
Which one I should believe?
The message I got from an unknown number,
The whisper from inside the cupboard,
Or the a loud yet calm voice behind the door?
So, what’s beyond the door?
A storm that will shake my feelings,
A rainbow that will grant me a moment of peace,
Or a the shady clouds that will accompany my slow journey?