This Room
By R. Cary
Poising deliverance pursued as existence of truth within
Hardened doors protrude inward pressuring engagement
Condensing corners surmising introspection of self
Entering this room open spacious letting my disgust live
I enter determined to pronounce sanctity in seeking
Space in my heart for where my frailty rests
Provides me with acceptance of not only myself but others
Allowing, no, acknowledging this need to love, to care for
Our vulnerabilities where our true humanity lives exposed
In this room widening, heightening, I will only let my heart grow
Walls expanding; pain, hate, internal fears, constructs
Constraining my breaths deeper into the volume of this room
Feeling purpose in loving my disdain, finding its purpose
In this room pressure assuming life in crafting forbidden
Entanglement entwining my pure self with myself denied
In this room truth looms above around ever expanding
Inhalation deepens deeper to caressing determination
Boundaries uplifted, as I seek to love this room, to fill
This room encountering its breadth with endearment,
I will only ever seek to love this room, to grow this room
Within my heart I will always feel this room, give to this room
As a loving of myself, as a loving for others, as a loving for all
End
This Room
By R. Cary
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