Earlier that morning, she opened her window
To the world, the first time after a long winter.
The sunshine bathed her in a soft glow
The playful breeze teased her skin, tender
As a caress. She breathed in the ocean mist,
Expecting the usual pain from the cold iron fist
That clawed at her heart for so long.
Instead, she heard the echo of a crystalline song,
And she understood she was healed at last
The hurt was gone, the realisation a welcome blast,
She left her window open and ran outside
Barefoot and free, to welcome the new tide.