My Visitor

There’s a pounding at my door
Not sure if I should open it or hope that it just goes away
There isn’t anyone there just that constant, agonizing sound
It gets louder and louder as I withdraw further and further
Fear creeps in as if to just acknowledge its presence
There’s a moment of silence and I feel that I’ve won out
Then here comes that pounding again
Once again I stand in doubt
I want to fight the urge to run but facing it scares me to
If I open this door what in the hell would I do?
Could I face it for real, see what it is, express how I feel?
Would it go away? Would it stand down?
Is this the day? Should I do it now?
Contemplating while still standing as before
Heart beating like crazy as I stare at the floor
There’s a pounding at my door
Not sure if I should open it or hope that it just goes away
I know that it’s my fear of failure
I can no longer keep that to myself
The question is what pounds at your door?
They say speaking the truth is good for your health
If I face my fears would you do it as well?
I don’t know if I’ll win, only my actions can tell