There is a wall
between me
and the world within.
I don’t think
there is enough space
for anything to enter.
No doors.
No paths.
Not even a crack
I can name.
And yet,
somehow,
things find their way in.
That is the mystery.
But perhaps
it was never that difficult
to solve.
Maybe I left them there.
Maybe I let them stay.
Maybe they were never
the problem.
Maybe
I am.