The Three Doors

I walked the narrow for a time
Then turned aside to walk the wide
It led me to an open door
Opened by a beautiful whore
“Come into my house,” She said to me
“It’s fun, it’s crazy, and completely free.”
So I walked into her house of pleasures
Laden with its many treasures
There was always something to do
And Oh! The parties she threw!
So right then I began to prepare
To spend the rest of my life right there
That’s when I began seeing beyond the glitter
I reached the core, and it tasted bitter
Soon I was left to reach a natural end
Trodden underfoot by those I called friends

That’s when I saw another door, opened wide
Stumbling, I begged to be let inside
The girl who opened the door saw I could hardly stand
Her house was ice cold, as well as her hand
Her skin was pale and her scars were red
“Come, taste of my house.” She said
She led me into her chambers of anger and pain
Down into her dungeons of shame
She locked me in a cell and kept the key
And told me, “This is the other side of free
Addiction, Disease, Depression, Despair
This is what you were kept from back there
Now you are free from the rules and restraints
You’ve had your fun, but now you will pay.”
“But wait!” I screamed
“She said it was free!”
“Just as every person will die
So also every demon will lie” She replied.
She left me then, alone with my blood
Alone, with my tears drowning me in their flood.

But then through the tears that blinded my eyes
I saw a beautiful surprise
Another door, opened wide
A voice came from inside
“Come to me and be truly free
I’ll make your blinded eyes to see.”
Inching my way forward with all of my might
I crawled on my knees to the light
When I made it to the door, my chains fell from my feet
My hands were free and my eyes could see

I began again to walk the narrow road
But not alone and not on my own
“Come back!” Screamed the jail keeper
“Come back!” Called the whore
“Why should I?” I responded
“I’m not your slave anymore.”