Without Isolation

The past sits on my doorstep

And cheery memories knock

With prestige on the windowpane

Once clouded over—

Isolation may not be the remedy

To drag on for years without

Thought of future harm.

I can see through the windowpane

And spring is waiting for me

To open the door—happiness

Has been patiently waiting.

I'd like to think I can step outside

And face the past without it

Sending me back inside, fearful.

I can live again without isolation;

I want to at least try.