Simple, Plain, and White

If you won't open the door--I will. I want out of this crazy place.

I see a door before me now,

Simple, plain, and white.

But what could lie beyond this door,

So simple, plain, and white?

I took a step towards it,

Then another step back,

I stared at the door and it stared back,

Like a predator about to attack.

But wait - this is just a door.

Simple, plain, and white.

What harm could a little door do to me,

A door so simple, plain, and white?

Confident now, I approached,

My hand lay on the knob,

But what, I wondered, would happen if,

I turned it and it was locked?

Now the door is taunting me,

In a way so simple, plain, and white,

It's staring at me with its plain door face,

So simple, plain, and white.

If I turn the knob, what will I see?

A room of rooms, just for me?

Or will I see some hideous thing,

A nightmarish, hideous thing?

I turned the knob, finally,

Of the door so simple, plain, and white,

And when I stepped out of my little room,

I stepped out into light.

Author's Note

I realized I use "doors" a lot in my poetry. Huh. Weird. Is there some weird metaphoric thing with me and doors, something I don't even know about? Crud, I have to change my profile. I think I AM insane. Wait..no I'm not. I'm just a poet. Lol.

Reviews

[Angel Bluestocking]

Doors, to me, in a metamorphic level is like a phase in one's life or a path. and you have the choice to open it and see what lays beyond or leave it be, unopened, never knowing. hehe~
i love this poem. the story of it is wonderful.
he hesitates then soon gains confidence and face what lays beyond the "simple, plain and white".
brilliantly written.