Open the window to open my mind,
letting the anger and fears from me to be taken out.
Drive me to a fantasy journey that drags me back on time,
and allow the sound of the air to be what accompanies the echo of an alleviation shout.
Open the window and let the air in,
and let me hear it blowing to satisfy my soul.
Fill me up with something
and satiate this heart's whole.
Open the window; let me fell free
don't stop me from flying on my own world.
Open the window and let me be free to be me
and then start over for my life to be twirled.
Doors and windows seem to be used when writing about the self. Emotions and feelings are a big part. I like your idea and the images it creates to the reader. Very strong and creative. You have a good imagination! :) Deborah Cromer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A therapeutic treatment to the soul...sure it is a good poem....thank you