Contour of Hinges

she stumbled over her own shadow on course for one more restless night a candle on the window sill flickered bade farewell to the day’s struggle scented with the fragrance of sweat it was not so much a nightmare but a vivid recollection of what had been as the drenched duvet made her shiver cotton wool draped over her eyes made her remember the lashes from the whip of another encounter with the truth of her serrated narrative too weak to talk with the demons fearful and anxious of an uncertain future she looked at the corroded hinges of the closed casement that barred her view ferrous rust played a ferocious serenade in tune with the wind unable to soothe somehow however the dust finally settled and closed the narrow aperture of sorrow her gaze fell upon the slender doorway behind which had to be an outline of hope when she squeezed through the dubious opening she dared to question the sun and the moon settled for the unknown as an act of resistance and walked out of her life 03rd August 2021