The sunrays
are coming out to play,
but I am stuck here
in this deserted place,
where the clouds never slumber,
it only rains,
keeping the light at bay.

I am a flower
in decay.
The concrete keeps
the sun away.
I have no nourishment
left to bloom.
A prisoner in every room,
every wall painted
the shade of gloom;
empty
with need to be filled
of hope.
But...
I am not void of will,
a seedling,
I will one day outgrow
this shield
and you will see me fly
into the glorious light.
So it is
with sullen bones,
a body depressed
and yearning
to be lifted,
I will press my palms
to the ground,
push myself up
to rise;
a butterfly
out of her dark cocoon.
I will free the light,
exhale my plights;
because I...
am stronger than that
which seeks to break me.
I am stronger
and I will conquer all
that seeks to defeat me,
paint every wall red,
the color of life;
survival.

The sun rays
are coming out to play;
me too.