I reach with my heart
Towards tenderness,
Emotional fingers,
Extended,
Seeking
Currents of compassion,
Trust and hope.
My blind future stretches
Through tomorrow compressed
To where and when?
The walls compact,
Constricting my joy,
My trust
My optimism.
Within this insulated tomb
I wither.
B. V. Dahlen
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