Sitting by the window in vain,
Hearing the sound of pouring rain.
A sense of numbness by my side,
I thought I’m going to hide.
’Cause they treat me like a mess,
Yet to see—I’m the queen in chess.
Closed my eyes, felt darkness croon,
As though it said, "wait for spring’s bloom".
Felt the calmness inside my soul,
A hope that soon I will be whole.
A breeze ran through my soul
And gave me shivers.
With that sense of hope,
My eyes turned silver.
~Aiza
Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 2:25 PM UTC
Sitting by the window in vain,
Hearing the sound of pouring rain.
A sense of numbness by my side,
I thought I’m going to hide.
’Cause they treat me like a mess,
Yet to see—I’m the queen in chess.
Closed my eyes, felt darkness croon,
As though it said, "wait for spring’s bloom".
Felt the calmness inside my soul,
A hope that soon I will be whole.
A breeze ran through my soul
And gave me shivers.
With that sense of hope,
My eyes turned silver.
~Aiza
This poem depicts hidden power and resilience.
