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Inner Spaces: A poem

I remember, a long time ago, in my twenties, I went to the movies: Inner Spaces. Its protagonist, Dennis Quaid, was shrunk into a tiny capsule and injected into the body of another person! I thought then, I wouldn’t want to be constricted like the hero, even if it meant scouring the never trodden path of a human anatomy! I’d really revel just to be in the spaces of thought, idea and imagination! Is thinking an inner space? And, does poetry cease to be an inner space and becomes an outer space no sooner it is read by somebody other than the author. I, sometimes, just compel myself to indulge in written narrative, when, in fact, the inner spaces are leaping out with nerve-wracking pain! I love to think – how brave am I? More a sacred secret, rather than announcing to the world about it! As if in my patient and resilient travail, I’ve scaled a million Olympus Mons(es)! Yet what is it that I most dread?!…when I sometimes feel as gravitated as lead! And, yet, I want to stand up to worldly challenges, in my head? Yet, the pain causes me to be desirous of lying in bed! Then, in the mirror, I see my time-worn face…and still believe I can be led by faith, conviction, courage and grace!