It is hardest
when walls close in;
air, heavier than fog
filling small spaces
and lungs
with a sense of gloom
shadowing her smile;
dimming candles
painting sunlight
for a fading silhouette.
Push that door open-
and fly
Peel back the darkness,
like petals
in forgiving winds
and just breathe.
~
~for NaPoMo (a poem a day in April) day 16