Deep, Deep, Deep, Deep Down inside of me There is a door, and It’s locked... I must have lost the key, Or did I throw it away? I know there is something in there. I don’t know if it’s pleasant Or unpleasant. I’m not spending too much time Thinking about it... Or trying to open it. For now, I’ll just sweep around it.
Fears
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Between darkness and light.
My feet are bare and cold,
Yet I am not afraid
As I occasionally step,
Into the unknown waters
Of the river Styx
(For my Cytogeneticist friends, and for everybody who can love beyond obstacles)
It’s always there,
Just below the surface
Of every conversation we have.
Whose fault is it?
Why do we keep losing
The child we so desire?
So as we wait,
Holding hands and praying,
In the pathology collection centre –
We are connected,
By this murmur –
This constant worry.
Will it be my fault?
What if it’s not my fault? –
Will it make a difference?
Will you still love me?
Will I still love you?
Is it worth continuing?
So as these thoughts
Murmur between us,
As if connected by more than just our hands –
We gently squeeze
And murmur,
‘I love you’.