The colors of an entire fruit bowl 

lurk behind the closed window 

with shutters–dense and solid 

like steel, blocking the light from shining through.

Not a ray or a sliver peeps through 

To illuminate the indoors

Where you lay in the dark. 

You know that the sun, 

with its blindingly bright joyous light

As tasty and sweet as the fruit ,

and the blanket of the sky,

with its beautiful shades and tones

of ruby-raspberry and peach,

blueberry and mango,

are always there–

waiting for you to just open the shutters

and look beyond.

But the shutters are a cage–

blocking you from witnessing a glass-clear dawn 

or the cool & comforting twilight.

They’ve turned into an unmovable barrier 

separating you from the tasty morsels of joy.

So, ever since you were born behind bars 

you wonder why that the curse of shutters 

was inflicted upon your window 

it always stayed clean and sparkling

 and it didn’t deserve it. 

But you know that 

no matter if yu washed your window

and dusted it daily, 

the shutters will stay nailed down;

just because they are following the instructions 

from the pages of the pre written book

titled Your Life.

So the glorious fruit bowl

that awaits outside the unmovable wall 

will rot away. 

because the clouds of melancholy–

this storm you were cursed with–

will evaporate all of the beautiful colored fruit

leaving just what is behind the shutters

and just what’s inside your solitary cage.