Your Cell

aIn a recurrent moment of knee-jerk reactions
I recline paralyzed in a mixture of fear and hope

Not knowing how to respond
I don’t respond at all

Worried about coming across too abrasive
I send only my silence

You are swallowed by your problems
You are cocooned by your candy shell veneer

Your sight is diverted
Your insight is lost

Instead of fortifying windowless walls
Please open your cell

While you can still hear the knock
We were born to love