has for some time
weighed anchor at the base of her soul.
Pressing against her ribcage
all winter.
Wings against a cocoon, urging.
Her heart is threatening to
break out of confinement
and live outside, under the sky, for good.
She throws open the doors of her wardrobe
to really see: dust, congestion, profusion.
She pulls out piece after piece,
of stifled garments that no longer serve,
Until they are able to hang free, breathe,
be seen.
She gives everything that clutters
a new life, a new home.
Spring
bursts through her core with
a green, green song.
She feels somehow bare
in the realisation of
unfurling wings.
Today is a day for flying.
Jenneth Graser
#write31days
Day 3 Prompt - wardrobe
Artist - Christian Schloe
