I let the window open from my chest
And watched as my heart flew high as a bird,
Beating its wings with each slow breath.
For one fleeting moment,
I let the breeze cleanse the emptiness,
Once so dark and desolate,
Now radiating new excitement.
A sigh of relief,
Signified a newfound freedom.
Soon the breeze turned cold, and left a chill
Where my heart once had warmth.
I shut the window, once more
Locking my bird into safety.
But yet,
Frost remained on its wings.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 11:19 AM UTC
I let the window open from my chest
And watched as my heart flew high as a bird,
Beating its wings with each slow breath.
For one fleeting moment,
I let the breeze cleanse the emptiness,
Once so dark and desolate,
Now radiating new excitement.
A sigh of relief,
Signified a newfound freedom.
Soon the breeze turned cold, and left a chill
Where my heart once had warmth.
I shut the window, once more
Locking my bird into safety.
But yet,
Frost remained on its wings.
