Barriers
by Stuti Jain
We are all
From the same world
But sometimes I think I'm on an iceberg
Watching everyone else float away
I am only visible when it suits them.
I am not truly in any world
I live in the rim of the doorframe
Light bursting from outside,
Holding hands with the darkness
I am somewhere between everything and nothing
Because the door won’t open.
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