Each encounter we make
Could possibly be a key
We so desperately need
To open a part of ourselves
We kept hidden.
What a pleasure
To have ourselves unlocked
To begin a new direction – within
–and without the burden of self-doubt
That stops the world from moving forward.
Sometimes something happens
-which stops our world
And has us locked up inside
With pain that has no outlet
But punishes us with reminders
Of what we don’t have, but want desperately
Or what we have, but desperately don’t want.
Changing direction because the world
stopped for a moment
and looked at itself,
listened to itself.
It’s not so bad in here
Once I allow myself to breathe.