Welcome To The HallA Poem by Kristen PThis is the introductory poem to the Hall of Volition series. This was based on the idea that life is just an endless hallway where we are all left to find the right door.They opened the door, Showed me the infamous Hall. It was much grander than expected. Floor, ceiling, and doorframes All decked with marble,silver and gold. It was a straight hallway, No curves, no tricks Doors lined the elaborately furnished walls. Doors made of every material possible, Every height possible, Each decorated with symbols, describing what laid behind it. Music notes, stethiscopes, gavels Every door had a symbol, Every symbol had a door. Some symbols were straight-forward, obvious. Others were combined with other symbols, Decieving. The hall went on forever. You will not be able to open all of them, They told me almost comically. But how do I know which to open, I thought There was enough doors, Enough Choices, To make someone go mad. Which door do I open? Only you know, they said slyly Some doors looked the same; only slightly different from others Some doors are specific, others...combine things, they replied I don't want to go, you can't make me But you have to, dear one. Everyone does. I looked into the beautiful hallway, The marble, gold, and silver hallway. Fanastic, Beautiful, Amazing even, at first glance. Beauty is a cover-up. Don't be fooled. This was their only advice. How can something so beautiful, be so fearsome, I wondered There's too many choices, what if i make they wrong one? Whichever choice you make is the choice you live. And then the opening, The only chance for escape, Disappered. © 2010 Kristen PAuthor's Note
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