Then the windows opened

The wind blew through

Ash battling for ownership

Pieces of letters and diaries that would forever be lost

Pasts that had consumed me

It feels good to see light again

To clean the dirt from my wounds

A space is open

Sitting quietly

Listening to the healing rain

I will wait for the sky to tell me what’s next

Hope is winking at me from the front door

I’ll wait for you on the porch

Rocking in rhythm 

Beating of my chest

Tapping fingers 

Awaiting the end of this test


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