I am going to open the blinds today.

the strings bite back on my hands
desperately trying to shudder back to their place
as the harbinger of black holes
they clatter viciously and
i feel myself losing grip

but i will not let them win.  

i tug and tie them to the glimmer of a silver hook
and gnaw at it though they do
there is no way for them to break through.

i let myself rise to the light
the world a precious prism
that the blinds have held hostage from me.

i revel in the moment
the fleeting glory of owning my own soul
but i know nothing lasts forever.

A cold wind pushes into my room.
The blinds whisper behind its cover, biding their time for revenge.