Poem Every Day #23 – Open

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Open (PED#23)

sitting in a
hot, stuffy room,
laying in my lonely
stank and looking
for answers.

shut in, gasping
needing a steady flow
keeping the mind
sharp and quick.

tethered to dirty
sheets and my
swirling problem
of only mixing
with ice.

cracking the window
fresh breeze
slipping through the
tugging on blood soaked ropes,
weakened from
previous struggles.

snapping ties to
the funk,
out exploring.

floating along,
peering into other windows,
seeing people just waiting
to open their minds.

journey continues,
higher and higher
hitting the sun
crashing back;

with a new path.