Come around everyday,
In the same dark room—
A tiny white hatch :
Across the length of
This black inky space
Spelt “Love” in
Fluid gold.
Stop by every now,
Every then, and try
To wrench open the hatch-
And get kicked back into
The same black hollow.
Tell your mind it’s okay;
Every second it tells you no—
And produces detailed layouts
And you’re not intelligent enough.
Not perfect enough.
Not enough.
Calm your heart down ;
Every beat it takes in
Tandem, tell the blood rushing—
That you Do love.
Do you?
But then why can’t you
Open a small white hatch?
Why can’t you see —
That yellow ray shining in you?
Why is your mind in love?
With everybody
And not you?
So walk up everyday,
In the same dark room—
And everyday try to open :
This hatch, convince yourself—
That you can love.
But never believe it.
Are you still stuck here?
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