There was a moment when unyielding steel bars,
Shut my heart away in an impenetrable safe.
No more, I said. No more.
No more breaking into a million little pieces,
Only to make the next one walk their way through a bed of broken glass,
Hoping they won’t injure themselves on the shards of the remains that are left.
I don’t know much of anything anymore,
But I do know that before I could stand in front of the locked safe,
And insist no one could pass,
I heard the bars give way and maybe
The door opened just enough to let one sliver of sunlight
Break the stifling staleness of unlovable air,
Maybe the energy that rushed into this dark fortress,
Is as tangible as the hope of the sunrise,
How it feels when those first golden beams spill their way across the horizon,
When the dew of dreams still lingers on the blades of grass,
and anything seems possible,
Maybe you mean that it’s still possible.
That seems like magic to me, just like golden sunbeams.