Door

I can see the door in front of me
Made of an illusive material that seems to be mobile
A white, pearly substance that swirls before my eyes
It's intriguing and frightening all at once
I can hear the sweet voice of Mrs. Weasley in my ear
"Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous"
I should, should just jump right in
Like into a cold swimming pool
It's not as cold once you start doing things
I close my eyes and reach out to the door
Quickly push it open and step inside
I'm not sure what I see
A swirl of colors, red yellow blue
And others I've never seen before
I look back at the door I've come through
Hoping for a glimpse of the room I have left
But the door is gone
Yet the room is still there
For I haven't gone through a door
I've knocked down a wall