The Choice

Jason McCammond

By candle light I walk slowly down that hallway that I know so well...
soft whispers I can hear from behind the door at the end beckon me forward...
and again that persistent question rumbles in the back of my mind...
who is there...
who is it that is whispering...
the pain of so many times opening the door and finding nothing there brings fear to my mind...
but the whispers growing softer by the second bring hast to my heart...
If I don't open the door will the whispers go away...
but if I do open the door will I find nothing and let the pain return...
I glance back at the other end of the hall but like before I don't remember walking down it...
I am here, here in this place with the choice...
fear or pain...
so this time...
I pick...
fear...