Days like these offer no time for resting. Sun beams lighting up skies of wonder and opening doors for pleasant pondering.  A towel laid out on a warm sandy beach is the vision of where I see myself. I open my eyes. The dark sky trickles into my pupils. Reddened with fallen tears, one for each second on anguish. I won’t let him win. I wake my only child and race to the door with a duffel bag of belongings. Searching for belonging. For a community that would open my mind to a self-esteem not rooted in his abuse. Naturally, I pause for a second as a reach the door. I glance at the home I have so strategically structured.

My nature shifts and changes,
Dawning a new day,
Closed doors opening windows.