I wake from my dream,

it feels like it has been years.

Wiping the sleep out of my eyes,

I enter a bright hallway.

It is place the is vaguely familiar,
reminds me much of myself.
Beautiful decor covers the walls,

Draperies of luscious silk and lace.

The colors are rich, the smell delightful.

The simplistic white aurora is beautiful.

This place is warm and welcoming.

It is a place of great honor.


Approaching two doors at the end of the hall,

my mind begins to ponder which to open first.

On the right, there is sounds of enticement,


and seems to radiate unimaginable fun.

The doors is decorated with flashy signs,


brilliant colors and mind turning photographs.

On the left, there is another door.

It is extremely simplistic,


and very at peace.

Not a noise can be heard from inside,


and my attention is drawn back to my right.

Despite being drawn so far to my right,

I glance back to my left once again.

I see a sense of peaceful tranquility.

As much as my hand wants to reach for the door knob,

I quickly side step and enter to my right,


regret soon to flood my being.



I find myself in a desolate and broken room.

The room has a estrange sense of familiarity.

After picking myself off the ground, I explore.

What I find is horrifying to my eyes.

All around me is everything I have ever done.

Every thing from the time I took my first breathe,

to what most recently happened.

As I continue to look around,

I notice even my current thoughts are being recorded.

This room is not a place anyone should ever see.

This room has seen from the peaks of the mountain tops,


to the deep dark pits below.

I realize this is the room inside my heart.

The murky and dirty tone is unbelievable.

Unrighteous sexual acts,

The never-ending list of lies,

Lust drips from the ceiling,

Anger gouges the walls,

Pride suffocates the oxygen,

Greed is wrapped around it all.

The heaviness in the room is overwhelming.

The space is constricting,


undesirable,


ash-filled,


stained blood red.

Death can be smelled in the air,

The heat unbearable.



Run, my body tells me, Run like hell.

But my fear stops me.

I can't catch my breath,

my chest heaves up and down.

I have lost sight of the light,

I have lost the door back to the hall.

Frantic and panicked, I stumble around.

Heat begins to encase my sense,


and I run blindly in circles.

Growing weary with each labored step,

I fall to my knees, my face in the ashes.

My search has lost all hope.

No longer do I strive for light,


the beautiful near-translucent light.

Dying in my own piles of ash and coals

I let go of all hope,

and become a part,

part of the desolate and broken room.



When all blood had drained from my veins,

All hope gone with the rich warm red,

When all my strength faded away,

Muscles eternally fatigued,

Silence pierced the racketing dark noise.

So alien and strange to my dulled sense,

I drew away wild with shaking fright.

This silence invaded what I knew,

everything that I clung with dead life to.

It pierced my darkness,

It jolted my dead heart to life.

Silence dusted off my face.

Entered my veins and gave me life.

I question the peculiar sensations.

Foreign feelings overwhelm me,

and I try to draw into the darkness.

Silence slowly strips away it all.

The heavy room slowly fades away.

I feel fulfilled again, and no longer broken.

I have been cured, I have been healed.



I find my feet on the lush carpet again.

I wipe the sleep from my eyes,

awaking from yet another nightmare,

a nightmare turned to dream.

I see the two doors at the end of the hall.

I walk the long hall,

I see all the beautiful decor.

I can faintly remember this hall.

I find myself with doors to my right and left.

The door to my right is so attractive,

but my heart pulls so defiant to the left.

Confused and searching for answers,

I close my story telling eyes.

I take a deep breath of the fresh air,

and I drop my head to my chest.

I know this place, I say, I know I do.

My insides tear as I decide what door.

The right is so decorous and fancy.

The left so simple and peacefully plain.

These doors are both of mystery.

These doors are both of wonder.

I look to my left, and to my right.

Which door appeals to my desires?

Which doors will provide my needs?

I must make the decision of my life.



What is it that my heart will choose?

Comfort familiarity for the price of death,

or radical silence which fulfills my being?