Forgiving Winds

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