Inside

The door stood still, ajar.
I could have seen the world,
But I did not dare to get closer

What if the world was not the one I’d seen?
After all this time, locked inside this tiny mind,
Could reality match my dreams and fears?

The light slipped through the gap.
And every once in a while, I could see
Shapes and shadows sketching my walls
Birds and branches I’d guess, or perhaps,
There were no sketches at all.

Outside was never night,
At least not as dark as the inside.
The darkness made me invisible
In between those walls, the world
Couldn’t see me through the crack of the door.

For more Poetry & Art, check out my Instagram: @memento.mori.lab

©Mayra Gomes. All rights reserved.