It was there, the last door.
He didnt want to look at it.
Getting to here there had
been too many doors
Every opening had scared
the crap out of him
and now he knew
there could only be
one more door
which would only lead
to that place where
he wasn't ready to go.
No, not yet, never.
Ready ? jeez what could
prepare you for that.
He looked back along
the landing to where
fire had reached
and thought of Jill.
How she changed
becoming a pale
and frail bag of bones.
Then four months ago
all this had all started,
and the doors,
that night jill climbed
onto the roof.
He heard her calling
feint and failing from
the other side.
The cool brass smoothness
of door handle filled his hand....
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That last door will take you to that wonderful place back to Jill.
Andy
Good write dusk.
GOOD Story, Dusk.
I too sometimes wonder about that last door. The problem is that you cannot just take a peek. Once it opens it sucks you in and closes automatically.
so compelling & eerily so .. so many possibilities here ... intriguing ..... and then some ............................. N
reads as very deep, a brave share if authentic and not entirely imagined,
firstly, to commit yourself to such a journey of self-realisation takes a lot of effort, even if purely with artistic intent,
inevitable, we'll come across real skeletons
and dare we stare too long down at that depthless pit of vulnerability without preparation, well..
I can only assume that's how all those genius art's end up - lost,
caution is as much a virtue as bravery, in some situations..
I suggest not opening all our doors at once, this is why counsellors and therapist's help us unwind our thought's: gradually, a layer at a time so we don't get overwhelmed..
anyway, forgive my self-indulgent sermon dear poet- I truly enjoyed this 'film noir-esque' depiction of those raw nerve ending's that we collect/build-up in our lives and your imaginative interpretation of the struggles they can represent: if we let them..
a wonderful write Dusk, such an immersive read
thanks for sharing!
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