The Boy Who Opened My Bottle
A Poem Honoring the Goodness in People
The Boy Who Opened my Bottle
Like a gust of wind
Or akin to an imposter
Amidst the fog inside my head
Blurry and toxic, prickling thoughts
Squeezing my chest.
My mind — that river Thames
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I, that gust of wind
I, the imposter
Got caught passing by
In a tunnel of flickering lights
No, I had not lost my map
But the sting of that hurtful past
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In fact, I do see the light
That whose light is abundant
In fact, I had not lost my way;
What if it was them imposing anyway?
Save for the boy who opened my bottle
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Amidst the fog that was my head
A hand stretched out, and I almost didn’t see
Why was it suddenly so easy to believe?
That suffering didn’t go unseen
And has it always been so dark?
And have I always wanted to be seen?
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The boy who opened my bottle
Opened the door to question
The evil myths that I’ve been told
Upon which fog has formed
Those seeds of later deceptions
Those that started with “good” intentions
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“Trust no one”, “Be discrete”
“Foolish is that who trusts”, “Don’t be naive”
Am I to doubt who opened my bottle?
When I got a second chance
And if there is a second, is there a third
And if there is a third, do I get fourth
And if cats do have nine chances in trust
Who cleans up our foggy firsts?
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Like a gust of wind
Or akin to an imposter
The boy who opened my bottle
For a moment, swept the fog away,
Ah! will unconditional trust ever
Become the norm one day?
-Imane Ben
Happy Valentine' everyone! May this week be filled with love and unconditional kindness for all of us:))
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