When we speak of medicine, what we mean is
we are waiting for a miracle to open the door
But before: let us address the Despair carried everywhere we go
Who told your hurt to come home and open the door?
On the radio, I hear if you don’t transform your pain, you will transmit it,
And what better way to explain pain than something that opens the door?
The best thing any of us can do is anticipate the eyes of our lover
when we hand over our dark, deserving hearts, and ask them to open the door.
Lead me into a room full of mirrors and I know I’ll find a way to hide
myself from the side of myself because I refuse to open the door.
I know the opposite of shame, the opposite of fear, the opposite of violence
all depends on the listener. Isn’t meaning the key we use to open the door?
When I lost my innocence, I ran out one room and into another.
My god, the child in me wants to know: who opened the door?