must little space betwixt light and gloom cast
huge weight ‘gainst doing great deeds?
in truth, that little space encompasses cavernous
voids, existential nightmares come to life
ravenous maws rampaging through
good intentions as a fox through a henhouse
great deeds are oft misconstrued
as gargantuan tasks, hero’s work
reminders must be set and heeded:
the greatest of deeds will stem
from the smallest of actions
to love yourself is to embrace that little space
and all its nightmares, all its delights
without it, life would be a greyscale rainbow