it’s on the street
courage shakes up the old rug and
discards hidden broken glass underneath
shards of what perhaps was never whole
and in the shine of the hardwood
my reflection
to no longer hold my breath
or sweep away arrogance
open the window for fresh air, light
taste the wind if I want to
scrap old notions
fix a broken frame
to hang the true picture you took down
dispose of your powerless daggers
recycle pure kindness of new friends
you can’t turn that dial on my radio
its sound resonates in my kitchen
where I’m cooking up fresh beginnings
clear away cobwebs and
eliminate your muddy footprints
across my welcome door mat
the spirit you can no longer snuff
sparkles with optimism
in a room of my own
-- Julia
