There are rooms of the heart
that are locked to others,
places, which no other person does see
and sometimes that darkness is overwhelming
in our interior journeys
when we do hide our vulnerability
from the whole world
until another single person does come
that we do love more than we love ourselves
and the uncovering and the revelation
does start systematically bit by tiny bit
and a person does again like a child believe,
do implacable trust in hope, love
and the allusion that the world
can become a better place
without any despair or fear.
© Gert Strydom
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