Self-Locked
1 st Phase of a personal lockdown Self-locked Denial brought my world into a still state Blocking feelings, into fantasy immerse. Nice escape for a scared human being But the blanket won’t fight the ghosts again. Closing eyes to an open heart fully aware Of mumbling steps on tiptoes towards the unknown Where have the path gone? Breathe and dream that reality becomes fair. For a time and a place no longer valid. For a state of mind that squirm itself. Can dreams lift a heavy heart? Maybe visuals can show me a turn Where I do not fear the invisible Where reality is a fake illusion made. So close your eyes and go inwards Hold my hand and embrace me I will whisper t’ you: “hope”, “calm” Even if tears follow the warmth. I feel that I fell much better Down a rabbit hole much more Comfy, reversed, sound. Where the tree’s tears can hug me. I have lost all good sense, Or the bad just left me Well attended and hopeful