Poem for the Day: September 2nd, 2021

Taking the Arrow Out of the Heart: Poems by Alice Walker

Nothing will penetrate your sorrow.
Or your loneliness.
This I know.
And yet
here I am singing
a song about doors
at the bottom of dark wells
stuffed already
with rats and corpses.

Here I am telling you
that in reality
and as improbable
as it may seem:
There is no (doorless)
to this life.

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