when there’s a light
hidden in the darkest corner
of your favourite room
but it’s surrounded by black
and you can’t quite make it
to pull the cord
or flip the switch
or make your way out of bed
all you can do
is put one toe
in front of another
because an entire foot
in front of anything
is going too far.
and even though you can’t (yet)
reach the cord/switch/ground
to make the change
you know it’s waiting
there for you to do something
to create your own change
in what you see
how you see it
if you see it
and you know it’s the fear
holding you back from
sitting with the reality
of the darkness
of the torture
that wouldn’t exist in the first place
if you weren’t you
if you weren’t creating it.
you are the only thing that is real
you are the only thing that exists
(subjectively)
(subjectively)
you are the only thing that
is responsible for how you experience
it all.
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