Sometimes sunlight falls on your window.
beams of warmth flood in even if undeserving.
The only needed action, opening the curtains.
My window doesn’t offer me any favors this morning.
It is my neighbor’s turn to be touched by light,
her sobs echoing through the wall, my
contentment in the weather offering up support
I don’t know how to give.
No one should be alone in grief
without warmth from another.
© Ali Grimshaw
This poem was inspired by the Pic And A Word Challenge – Windows #64
The Pic and a Word Challenge is a weekly creativity prompt offered on Sunday mornings.
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
The only needed action, opening the curtains.
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It is always interesting to hear what resonates with you. Thanks
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Very insightful and moving poem. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you for reading and taking the time to share your thoughts.
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Thank you for sharing.
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Food for thought here. Made me quite sad. Thank you for sharing this lovely poem.
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Barbara, thank you for taking the time to share your thoughts.
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A lovely and thought provoking poem
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Thank you Miriam. I always appreciate hearing from you.
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Windows and walls, such a comfortable cage in which we sometimes envelope ourselves.And yet, in such intimate proximity…
…yet, the door only locks from the inside…
Intense turn to this piece. Lovely. Thank you for sharing it on Pic and a Word Challenge.
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Yes, we are often close but not available to each other. Thank you for sharing your comments.
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