I am bursting at the seems

I need a pen or I will dry within

These words won't write themselves

Need to detoxify my heavy head

Got to let the breeze in through the window

Sometimes it helps to make things cold

Then dig them up to the warmth again

Air out these feelings like a stale shirt

Depressed from the long, frozen winter

Being confined in the abandoned closet space

Surprised to see relief and beauty before my eyes

That these ugly emotions now hide behind