I

I’m scared
Of opening the blinds,
And letting the light,
Flood in to the room;
Revealing its dark corners,
Dusty and rank –
I would rather
Keep it bolted,
Its blinds drawn down,
Even when
The birds are chirping,
The skies are blue,
And the fiery sun
Shines brightly on;
I would rather
It stay closed,
And bitterly dark,
I would rather
Retreat within,
And hide myself
For a million heartbeats.

II
There is no place,
For what I feel,
To be let known,
To be revealed –
This world, as big
As it is,
Is seemingly not enough,
It does not have
An apt space,
Where I can let down,
And then,
Gently open,
This heavy baggage,
And let go,
Of what lies hidden,
Deep within –
No space has been made,
No, none exists,
Where it will not
Be met with prejudice,
Where I will not
Have to let go,
Of the remnants
Of my shattered dignity,
Once more –
All over,
Again.

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