Open The Windows

By Gwynneth Green

is there any way out
of this mess
is it endurance
the ability
to hang on
hang out
another day
nothing changing
postman
drops the same junk
in my box
people no longer
stop
for conversations
fear
has caused distress

who gets dressed
get your sweats on

those who promise
rose gardens
should be pricked
for thorns never wilt
petals
droop & drop
attitudes too
mindset adjustment
why

why indeed
stay stuck in a personal void
your choice

open the windows
or not

open the windows

hang your head out

breathe

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