Everytime I hear the doorbell,
With someone knocking on my door,
Sometimes with a smiling face,
Sometimes with sheer seriousness,
Sometimes with the hand extended,
Sometimes with force to break open.
I find myself at the crossroads,
both leading to “myself”.
Left to decide,
To strengthen the wall?
To open myself up?
Prompt over at writer’s island this week is “Crossroads/Fork in the road… so here’s my attempt at the prompt