I lifted the
window open
and felt the
wind kiss my face.
It roared yesterday
like my panic
but now it
softly smooths
my careworn face.
I allowed it to
play with my hair
as I took
careful breaths.
Eyes closed,
I stretch as
I unfold
croaking, gasping,
from places
of surrender,
and the fear
had been so great
the silence so loud
the darkness so pregnant.
Grey duvet skies
greeted me on
the other side.
Nothing spectacular
just gentle and soft
like this budding
trust in this, my,
body.
No rush.
Just step-by-step trust.
Harping On 