I am part of a writing group out of Kentucky and we often have prompts, both visual and written and, you guessed it, this was the visual prompt and the writing prompt was "Is It Time?" This is a version of what I wrote. :)
Is It Time?
The yellow door yelling its color in utter silence
closed and cautioning against
columns and awning in anticipatory disrepair.
Is it time to let it go –
to let the structure around it crumble -
fade into stucco dust while the door still stands –
framed in concrete and wood –
testifying to forces which destroy
despite being unwelcomed.
Or is it time for the door to open –
exposing whatever lies on the other side –
then taking the dive into windowless space –
Save the one just above the door,
which likely gives enough light
to taunt the darkness, but not dispel it.
Is the time for desire gone –
Once a hub, amenities close and valuable
Now molded, blaringly bright, additions ill-fitting the whole
Trying to keep the past
Current with the present
To hold what has been while grasping for what is.
The scene ambivalent,
in the dawning of yet
another new day -
another chance for change.
Yet - is it time?
The door is closed, not open
and it isn’t time
if change is not wanted -
the process a death
Even if the point is
To let light in –
To let life in.
(6.22.21/3.24.23)
photo credits: Andrea de Santis
