There is a hornet in my bedroom and I don’t think of hurting it
Instead, I notice its confusion and loneliness
I want to help it but curiosity consumes me
Covered in flowers, the hornet does not understand
My bed is a painful heaven
I look to the dead flowers on my shelf,
wondering if new ones would please the hornet

Stuck at the window, wanting out, but kept in
Stuck in this room with daunting choices
Stuck between sight and mind
The door is open, waiting for a reason to close
The window is open, I am free.