The lock refuses, growls in its greed,
But I press the key—
Not for glory, not for pity,
But for the yearning to see beyond.
Through the cracks seep flickers—
Colors of sorrow, joy, life’s mosaic,
Hidden behind the door.
Empathy whispers: “Struggle, aspire.”
It is no weakness to reach.
It is the beauty of becoming whole—
Together, without surrender.
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