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.



Sometimes we push comfort away when we need it most. Fear keeps us from opening our arms. Desperate times are more difficult when you face them alone. Let someone see the true you and allow yourself to be comforted.