Door in the hall.

The door at the end of the hall, It peers through me, judging my history. I shrink back in fear and look away. Shortly I remember why I came this way. The finest life awaits ahead, No former agony and no prior thrill. There's only love and laugh awaiting me ahead, So I must act without any feel. Crippling hesitancy took over my head, I cannot move, I cannot think. How can I end up like this, When with one step forward I'll be washed into bliss? I gather my thoughts, I clench my fists, Extending my arm to the knob. I take a deep breath, I mute my hiss, Putting my palm on the door-rest. Click, click again, About to open the door, My pupil shrinks and I run away of this.