in perpetual winter
her door always remained closed.
but for the most part
it was just her and her thoughts in this tiny little
that was until-
well, it’s hard to exactly pinpoint
all she really knows is that
more and more sun beams kept shining through
the cracks of her tiny,
gradually reaching all of her surfaces.
bit by bit she started to open
first her curtains
then her windows
it was rusty and the paint was starting to chip
but she opened it nonetheless and quickly came to love
now highlighted by the sun.
ever since then
she has felt warm,
safe and embraced
for she realised that her fear
of opening up
her door had passed.
for the sun
she would forever keep searching for more curtains, windows and
doors to open
as it made her not want to hide alone
in her room