Via Nelson

“Heartsong” by Rebecca Kartchner A breeze unlatched a door down the hall from mine, once a respite from the contention at home, now a soulless remainder; vacated with a window left open. I wandered naively forward to investigate the draft, pulled in closer by adoration, sweet and deceitful. Now at the entrance of this temporary shelter, the once gentle air began to force me out, still I pressed my way in.