SuckingÂ in the stale air
of depression,Â regurgitating
regret day after day.
ThrowÂ openÂ windows!
You broke the seal of
our tomb of circumstances.
ResurrectÂ theÂ fresh fragrance
ofÂ hope planted in the sunshine of our dreams.
Filter life through the curtains ofÂ our mourning soul
and invite us to
open our eyes to Spring.
I love that image, Karisa. Throw open the windows! Beautiful writing and reflection on the theme of live in the midst of reminders of death. Thinking about you a lot lately.