Luckless Self Romance

A light flickers,
either growing or dying,
inside of this cage that my heart
desperately wants free from

and I think it’s too big
for small little me with
my tiny shallow dreams
of comfort

I wonder about it most of the
time, like it’s only a dream
instead of a muscle beating
within me

Sometimes I feel sad at it,
not because of anything it has done
but that I’m not enough, even, for
my own desire to love
at the capacity
I can


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