There Are Rooms Of The Heart Poem by Gert Strydom

There are rooms of the heart
that is closed to others,
places that no other human ever see
and at times that darkness is overwhelming
in our internal journeys
where we mask our vulnerability
from the whole world

until another individual comes
who we do love more than our self
and the uncovering and revelation
begins systematically bit by bit
and a person believes like a child
that trusts implacable
in hope, love and the illusion
that the world
can be a bit better
without despair or any fear.