Curtains

My mind is a pitch black room

With a burgundy curtain in front of me,

Peaking with sunshine around the sides.

I reach to tear the curtains down

But it's hammered to the wall.

My happiness is the winds too light

To sway these heavy, terrifying curtains around.

Then I felt the light create warmth in this room,

I put my baggage behind me

Stored in a basement I let the dust collect upon.

It's like animals seeing light again after hibernation

After so long of hiding for their fighting survival.

I squeeze in between the curtains,

Leaning against the window

I use my fingers to draw a heart

That appear visible when my breath fogs the glass

My eyes squint when I look deeper into the light

The light gets brighter as my feet leave me

I fall through the floor into the unknown.

I wake up just to get out of bed again

To take on the world another day.