Tuesday, April 07, 2009

Stuck (inspired by Kristin)

The floor beneath begins to shake
and I am left to choose.
The door on my right is painted pink.
The hallway leading there is wide.
Drawings of kittens and stick figures.
The door on my left is painted gold.
A thin hallway leads to the sparkling
glimmer of hope, beyond the threshold.
If I stay in between I will fall,
failing to reach any sort of goal.
Eventually I know I will have to choose-
The first door leads to my childhood,
the second to the future.
The floor beneath breaks.
I run to the door closest to me.

1 comment:

Vi Khi Nao said...

this poem reminds me of robert frost. i find the concluding line appealing.