We shut ourselves up, in tiny rooms in our minds,
The windows closed, the curtains pulled.
In this self-imposed prison, we could open the blinds,
For sunlight; our fears to be lulled.
~
We should open the shutters, throwing fears to the wind;
Have we not our nightlights outgrown?
As the world grows more angry, is our love growing thinned?
Why do we walk and watch our phones?
~
Filled with potential, fated with enormity;
The universe is our oyster.
Differences are our assets, not deformity.
We can’t excel in a cloister
~
Love is always the answer; joining all mankind;
Shining through the window. Open the blinds.

“Tiny Rooms”

^{A Sonnet}
by
Jerry E Smith
©4/22/17

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