living on a breeze

Another morning arrives. still circling round and round this room, waiting for a door to open or a wall to fall. The windows are old and too high to reach, cracked open slightly. On a good day, when the winds fly just right, she can feel a restoring breeze blow in from off the seas, or sometimes even the sweet smells of greener grass. It's in these moments that hope stirs deep within her and raises to the surface- catch it before it seeps from your pores. The moments she thrives on. Tapping on the bricks of a foundation laid lifetimes ago,  knowing for certain only day from night. Still Believing.

The stardust inside of her, molecules in a microwave, collide at a rate she could feel. Brewing, stirring, creating heat, momentum, power.

I cant possibly be here much longer. 

Her cheek pressed against the cold stone walls of her keeping, she feels the buzz of creation, the call of the wild. She knows about the others. And a tear falls, just like all the ones before but this one... this one never hits the ground.

I cant possibly stay here much longer.

Warm pink light floods the room and dust glitters the air, just like that, evening climbs in. Tonight was warm. calming. Tonight she felt the pull and sway of the tide. Ebbing and flowing,  she moved along with her body. From the inside out.

perhaps the moon is full this evening.

As is habit, her hands rise high and her knees humble low, she chanted

Hosannah Hosannah Abba Jehovah Jireh Hallelujah Amen. 

Each a pour of passion, found deeper inside herself. Until everything she was cried out in unison. Because all she is was all she had to give so she gave it all and she did it all the time.

No one ever seemed to mind.

She new bitterness would kill her quicker so she carried gratitude around the circles she strolled and with every breath she took, exhaled praise that she was given the wisdom to know the difference.

I'll stay here as long as possible.