is that alright? (revised)

here's the door, am i supposed to open it?
here's the ball, am i supposed to throw it?
here's the question, am i supposed to shout it?
a change of pace.
there's a lump of fear that i cannot swallow,
there's a tightening in my chest and i can't breathe you in
there's a tear in my eye that will not dry up
there's a shake in my hands and i cannot hold you close
turned over.
i cannot answer why.
i cannot see the sky.
but instead glaze over a photograph of what is depicted as 'life.'
if this is real, how am i supposed to live it?
if this is real, how am i supposed to share it?
if this is real, how am i going to perform it?
if this is real, then this is me.