The Red Door

The red door;

it was so small and I, big.

And the pink space all around

was … wall.

A thick and super tall wall

I couldn’t see over.

So I stood looking

and looking,

hoping to find a way.

But the door

continued to be red and small.

It had a shiny knob

teasing to pull.

But if I pulled

I knew I wouldn’t be able to enter,

for it was so small

and I was too tall.

Continuing to stare, there ...

had to be a way.

A way!

Why was it red?

Why was this small door, red?

I could not keep myself from staring!

The beautiful display of green,

purple and orange

flame flowers

were of no consequence.

Of no interest!

I was simply concerned

about the small framed door

and why it had a picture frame mount.

And the pink concrete surround

offered no answers,

no peace,

no way out!

So! I stare at the red door

and wander what the world is

and why I am here?