A Microcosm

inside your room
you grow something dark and dry
every day you water it with your sighs
you do not want to make yourself
a part of the other worlds outside you
they lurk and they had always harmed you
for once
they have taken all that you have
and it is enough

there is a new lock and it is safe you tell yourself
there is a leak and light finds itself in your hand
it stays there for a while and it looks at you
you look at it again
it is telling you something

that outside there is so much light that you have not seen yet
there is a world more beautiful than yours
that it is waiting

that all these simply depends on the decision of your
ten fingers.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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