Peeling Back The Sky
I want to peel the sky wide open, to see what lies behind,
Just to make a space for me, so I can look inside.
To know what’s on the reverse of me, to be certain I’m alive,
Is my only destiny, if I’m sure to survive.
Through the looking glass to peer, reflecting back at me,
A corridor between worlds is where I want to be.
A place where time stands still, a sonnet of empathy,
The door is just in reach, though I know not its fee.