Doors and Entrances

Doors and Entrances by Odin Roark How telling One's 3-Act duration Entrances never made Hesitations made permanent Some by regret Others by wise caution heeded As children We challenged drama's closed doors Many the time Parental forbiddance Deterred admissions Touching the knob only Never pulling Never pushing Today We carry decorative memories The shiny brass Cold porcelain Grating filigree of levers never turned Fear standing often in the wings So many scenes behind us Doors urged ajar Others slammed shut While still others But memories of inaction What if Haunts If only Taunts Tomorrow's auditions Continue to beckon Perhaps it wise to accept The world's stage Cares not of right and wrong Pleasure from pain Future or past Only risks embraced Not passed by The next doorway one approaches Will greet with the forever question To open Or not To retreat Or stay Such remains life's portals To enter Or exit Conundrum's sole joy Time's quintessential game Ending with a gilded entrance Questioning one's particular play as finished Or merely another long intermission