Loneliness

If you look deep into each soul,
You’ll find its chambers, dark and whole.
Each one has doors with heavy locks,
To guard the heart, its hidden box.

So many tricks to keep out the guest,
Lest someone enters and leaves their unrest.
But life will knock on those closed-up doors,
And whisper: “May I warm by your shores?”

Do not be quick to turn her away,
Share with her warmth, let her softly stay.
Let beauty flow through your spirit inside,
Open your doors, let them open wide.

Show her your kindness, your tender grace,
Your gentle heart, your radiant face.
Gather the anger, mistrust, and the cold,
Cast them aside, let them lose their hold.

And if they return, do not let them in —
It isn’t fate, it’s the absence of kin.
For all who never were fully embraced
Grow poor in spirit, with color erased.

They think they’re born only sorrow to bear,
To spread their poison, their grief to share.
They bar out life from their very own gate,
Blaming the world for their lonely state.

But tell me, what good can a locked heart find?
A heavy lock weighs down the mind.
Those doors can open, the ice can break,
And warmth can flow for your soul’s own sake.

Turn every grievance to blossoms bright,
Plant in your thoughts the seeds of delight.
Let dreams take root, let beauty grow —
And fill your spirit with light’s soft glow.