Red Barn Door

What can come of a red barn door?
Tall and faded.
It’s not what’s on the other side, but the opportunity to pass through it.
An invitation, to choose or to leave behind.
It’s this freedom of choice I want.

I don’t believe I have ever found such a prominent closed door.
A resounding “no” shouts in my head as I step closer.
I am on the path to my future; and my fate is my own.
The sun shines on my face, and cars pass behind me.

What can come of a red barn door?
Especially one that is cracked open?
If I pry with my fingernails or push with my strength I might force the door to open.
It might be sinful or simply wrong.
I cannot see the future.

Shall I force the door or shall I pass it by?
Decisions become a person’s experiences, but have I ever made the wrong decision?
Am I accidentally spontaneous, or am I just insecure?

What can come of a red barn door?
Especially one that is open a crack?
My decision is made,
My fate is pronounced,
And yet I feel
Unfinished.

[*Note: This was written for a photography writing exercise. Unfortunately, I do not have a copy of the photo anymore. ]