Vestibule

They say the eyes

Are the window to the soul

I draw the curtains

From myself; endless blackhole

Shall I blind them

To avoid the suffering?

Ever before me

Sorrow’s stare that I am facing

I lift the shades

Part them to light; honesty

Reflect of beauty

As well as tragedy

Reveal my heart

In painted imagery

Through pen and ink;

My humble poetry

They say the eyes

Are the window to the soul

I think our words

Are the door and vestibule