Aired Out
Sucking in the stale air
of depression, regurgitating
regret day after day.
Throw open windows!
You broke the seal of
our tomb of circumstances.
Resurrect the fresh fragrance
of hope planted in the sunshine of our dreams.
Filter life through the curtains of 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.
Thanks Anne!