The window is open. The thoughts rush in.

Gather them all up. Collect them. Put them in a vase.

It’s a beautiful spring day and the words are soothing,

lightly whisping though my hair.

The buttery sheer curtain billowing in the kitchen window.

No need to stand guard. Just love flowing in.

I am home now where I belong.

The hard part is over.

I can relax now.

I am weary from the battle.

… so many battles.

This is a safe space that’s been created just for me.

A loving and generous gesture.

It’s a clearing in the woods. Tranquil.

I will rest.

I have things to do, but there’s no rush.

I have all the time in the world.

I don’t have to go.

Those things I left behind… on purpose.

I won’t be picking them up again.

The gentle breeze will swirl my worry

smoothly on thin air currents

right out through that window.

Goodbye… finally.

I will not follow.