Two Doors

The war in my mind isn't being fought quietly.
 
I hear it's persistent beat.  
 
The storm in my soul isn't calming or subsiding.
 
I sense it's raging intelligence.  
 
The longing in my neglected places isn't easing.
 
I ache with it's subtle intensity.  
 
The first door leads to a quiet painful walk and a loving comfortable empytyness or does it?  
 
I know it's sensible.  
 
The second door leads to a raw painful walk and a joy fulfillment never felt before or does it?  
 
I feel it's honesty.  
 
The way forward isn't revealing itself without a fight.  
 
I scream at it's complexity.