The quite in my room was deafening ;
The portrait of the French lady on my wall stared at me with sympathy
The yellow half torn run down pages wept tears of black ink on the floor
My worn down knotted black weaves stroked my face as rivers of tears ran down my pink tainted cheeks
As I lay on my wrinkled cream sheets
The sky cried outside my window
Covering everything in a grey hue
Adding to my gloom
I felt helpless ,
As a scream of despair got stuck in my throat
I cried , screamed , thrashed in my sleep that night
As the morning dawned
And the first ray of the sun kissed my tear streaked cheeks
The birds chirped a mellifluous tune
And the sweet earthy scent of rain covered mud filled my room with a pleasant mood
As I layed on my bed taking in a new morning
I felt like a new being
I got up
Picked up the pages covered in black
Ran a brush through my knotted weaves
Washed my face of off its remnants from yesterday
Determined to not be trapped in a cage of despair again
I started anew ;