The anticipation!
The glowing horizon of new opportunities,
Which beckons to the sallow countenance of my soul.
Some say that when God closes a door he opens a window.
It was in that space I built my house.
Closed doors behind me and open windows before.
I was satisfied merely gazing out, sitting sessile,
As my body melted upon the floor.
But my failing flesh ran down and covered my eyes.

I stir within my husk,
Unable to stand another moment of senselessness.
I stand and my skin breaks and sheers
And tumbles down around me.
As I take a step up onto the window sill,
I feel a gentle wind upon a new body I never knew I had within me.
Through fresh eyes I see only moving shapes of color and form,
The sprawling world beyond the window a mystery to my too human mind.
One thing I know, however: Out there is the light,
And my sun-starved skin aches to feel the warmth,
The full embrace of the rays that play at my face.

I look back down the hallway of locked doors behind me saying,
“I can see the choices in my past that could have made me a different person.”

But they didn’t happen. You are who you are supposed to be.

I shake my head. “Not yet, but I’m on the right track.”