Doors Open, Doors Shut

A/N: I wrote a poem in which doors are seen as a two-fold decision. There are two ways in which a person's path may lie, and only one can be taken. This poem is supposed to convey the indecisiveness of a lover who is unable to tell their untold love of their feelings, afraid of the backlash. 

Doors Open, Doors Shut

Doors Open, Doors Shut
Behind of which, is naught
But a lover’s dilemma
To love, to hate?

Doors White, Doors Bright
The pure heart takes flight
Not looking behind, but forward
To learn, to ardor?

Doors Black, Doors Dark
One’s love may leave marks
Of an unrequited heart
To say, to pain?

Doors Burning, Doors Freezing
The devil beats at the door
Acting as if a meddlesome cancer
While the angel patiently waits
Leaving questions alone, unanswered
To love, to hate?

Doors Open, Doors Shut
Everything may seem nuts
But only a good heart hath
Find the destined path.

Doors Open, Doors Shut