Admiring Winter Skies

There are still times

That I direct my gaze toward the sun

And let its light and the pale blue sky

Hit my eyes just right

So that the brightest bright

Pierces and illuminates my skull

Clearing the haze and weight

By age accumulated



And then I find myself standing upright

Taller than I was before

As my soul reaches back to my youth

And lets me breathe in wholly for a second

Escaping the state of constant constriction

Before I fall back in my skin.