After the Storm...

The silence after the storm is deafening: no hum, no sound,
All the pieces of everything have fallen dead on the ground!

The stench of the past still covers every inch of the place,
The wetness of the heart's rain occupies the empty space!

The touch of the wood on the walls no longer feels the same,
The suppleness of its texture vanished with the burning flame!

The taste of the air is salty, mixed with rubble and sand,
I look around yet I can't find your, once soothing, hand!

The storm is tricky; it comes along with no warning ahead,
Leaving you breathless with memories of words once said!

Searching for meaning has yet to haunt your stride,
However, from the mind's chaos, there is no chance to hide!

Loneliness & the Tight Box...

Allow my to start this piece by stressing the following facts:

• I am 26 yet feeling as if I am living my 50 year-old mother's life.
  
• I am struggling with a bunch of past and present related issues that seem to have no solution no matter how hard I try!
• I am at the lowest point of loneliness I have ever been since as long as I can remember!

Loneliness...

"Loneliness is a state of mind", I agree...
However, during its worst phases, when the dark lays its wings upon the earth leaving it hollow and unfamiliar, loneliness begins to feel like being forced to sit in a small, barely human-sized box, with no windows, doors or any kind of ventilation while you are diagnosed with a severe case of claustrophobia!

Slowly, you start losing the pace of your breath, as if being strangled with a thin, copper wire. You grasp for air but you can't seem to be able to take any of it in... You squeeze your chest, try to expand your diaphragm, switch your seating position... Nothing works...

You close your eyes... Real tight... Wish for this wave of loneliness to end and for another, yet lonely day, to begin... You wait for the dark to be lifted and hope that with the day's sun, you'll breathe with more ease... The morning break doesn't come...

In a box... With no one there but you, your pains, fears, disappointments and memories of those whom you miss, wedged in this tiny space... The more you think, the bigger the space your thoughts occupy and the tighter the box gets...

Within the very limited breathing air left, you take a few sips of air to call out for help... No one can hear you... No one really cares... You fall silent again...

Now, you're left with no air and no space to move... Your body goes into shock... You tremble, hallucinate, and then fall into a coma-like sleep...

A few hours later, you wake up, to find yourself on your bed, your body touching the crispy white sheets, your face caressing the fluffy pillow, and still alone, with fragments of memories of the horrible night before to keep you company through the day...

Another Night...

One too many nights have come by, knocked at my hope's door, and simply, just like a dream, gone away... and he didn't show...

Last night was no different...

To better suit my disappointment and his absence, I rearranged the night, the room, the setting and the general ambiance...

Once again, I put out his candles and turned on the lights; trying to overcome the darkness, which lingered there, too dusky to comprehend!

Once again, the scent of the perfume wrapping the body evaporated into nothingness and the silkiness of the skin was only felt by the cold, senile sheets...

Once again, the eagerness turned into a marriage of longing and craving with anger and vexation...

Curtains down.. The night folds, and another morning forces itself upon me...

I hold the 2 coloring pencils; I use one to draw a pinkish shadowed smile on my lips and the with the other a fading dimple on the inner side of the cheeks, and head out to yet another day, followed by yet another night...

The Analogy of the Fly!

Every single day, I developed a habit to take a few five minute breaks during work hours, head down to the garden outside, stand there in silence and observe nature, closely, deeply...

On each day, I see something within the many layers and levels of nature that makes me wonder how similar we are to the elements of nature; how we are not that different from the bee which roams the garden trying to find the perfect flower to suckle on, the tree which stands there proud although involuntarily, the flower which tries to tease its observer with its colors and gentleness and so on...

But today, the most distinguished element of nature, which was able to capture and even more so, grab my attention was a fly!

As I stood there staring at a window from outside, I noticed a fly eagerly bashing its tiny little head against the window, trying to get out! Below the fly, at the window sill, I was able to notice a couple of dead fellow flies and bees, who apparently tried to do the same thing yet sadly failed.

This observation would have been utterly useless if it weren't for the fact that behind the window the lost fly was so vigorously attacking, there was a very wide space and a bit further, there was a door which lead to the garden i.e, freedom!

Despite the fact that the fly, as well as other insects, are structured in a way that ensures their survival to a large extent, the fly stopped at the dead end, the window, and refused to think of any other alternatives that could in fact save its existence!

Finally, the question I'd like to ask here, based on this observation, is as follows: How "fly-like" can we be when placed in a pseudo corner of making a decision or taking a stand!

Your Love Was Holding Me Back...

I admit, it was not your fault or mistake that you held me back,
It was not your problem that loving you got my life off its track!

I know, it is not an excuse that I fell apart every single time we fought,
It is not acceptable how I let you sink me in sorrow with every blame you brought...

I understand, how I was under your command, pleading to hold your hand,
I see how it was never engraved in your heart just simply written on sand!

I realize, the distance that I kept from others in order to bring you respect was lame!
Since every single time you'd find some reason to blackmail me into blame!

I hesitate, yet I insist to erase you from deep within my existence,
Since mine to you never really made any significant difference!

I forget, almost, how we were together thinking foolishly that it was my life's master plan!
Believing that I was your girl and you definitely had to be my only man!

I hate, how every time I revisit a place of ours I feel so angry and enraged!
How my heart craved a love that was one-sided and to its emotions was jailed!

I write, in efforts to release your poison out of my system, but this time for good!
Your words no longer tingle my senses, not the way they used to or they should!

Sweet Lost Love of Mine!

Written March 17th, 2009

She sat there, thinking of a lost love, pondering upon the days… In between the calamity that occupied her mind and soul, she wrote:

How I miss the warmth of your passionate love words said with eagerness,
How I crave the touch of your hand on mine regardless of its meagerness!

How I miss a short drive without any contrived plans to be made,
How I long to be nuzzled between your arms underneath that tree’s shade!

How I miss the long walks shy from the dulled, chilled and dimmed night,
How I hope I could sing and run with you underneath the day’s light!

How I miss the little eddies of wind touching every inch of my face,
While you are their next to me as we lie wrapped in an endless embrace!

How I miss your fruity voice speaking of promises for a better day,
How I need your sanguine smiles to take my doubts away!

How I bleed for the days that were once ours yet now are gone,
How I cry for the hours that slipped from us after all was said and done!

Now I go on with life as if you were never really there,
Never knowing if this pain I hold you feel or share!

My Latest, Greatest Enemy!

Throughout my life, especially between the age 15 to 25, I used to take pride in myself for having the minimum number of enemies wherever I went and whatever I did. It used to give me comfort knowing that no matter how bad things used to get between anyone and me; I am able to maintain the minimum level of respect and friendliness possible.

Recently though, I have discovered that I am being targeted from one of the worst kind of enemies anyone could ever have: My Dreams!

It seems that after all this time, my dormant enemy has finally awaken from its slumber with one goal in mind: to haunt me and take twisted measures to remind me of my pain or play it to me, like a sad melody, every time I choose to close my eyes!

As fragile as this confession might make me seem, I admit: I am afraid from closing my eyes and falling asleep, for no matter how many hours I spend in this uncomfortable state of “unconsciousness”, my mind refuses to shut down and this conspiracy against my sanity declines to come to an end! Visions, images and sounds from the “once upon a time” happy days keep leaking into my sleep! I know that my dreams open the door for them! I also know that these vicious dreams fabricate beautiful memories that were never lived as well! They weave sincere smiles that were never made and honest words that were never said!

I’m tired, no actually I’m exhausted! If one can’t feel at peace while awake or while sleeping, how else can one rest? I need to rest!!!!

Ba2ra & Dabdoub...(A Story about Men You Shoul Never Fall For!!)

The story goes that once upon a time, a 24 year old girl was "set up" with a 29 year old boy... They roamed the nights with love and endless passion. They talked of future plans and dreams which they will share one day soon.

(For the sake of ease, let's call the girl Ba2ra and the boy Dabdoub!)

The love story between Ba2ra and Dabdoub was just like any other story; it had its ups and downs. And through every down, Ba2ra was always there trying to hold the ship of their relation above water.

It is important to mention here that Ba2ra was very different from Dabdoub: She was too sensitive, too emotional and she was over trusting as well. She loved with all her heart and mind and gave all she had just to see the person she loved happy. Dabdoub's mere presence used to fill her with so much joy and peace. On the other hand, Dabdoub was emotionally-detached, very self centered, cold and very careful about trusting others, even her. He used to claim that he was a :logical" person who dealt with matters only using his "sound" judgments and never took his heart's desire into consideration.

4 months passed, and Dabdoub and Ba2ra were faced with the biggest conflict possible: Disapproval from Dabdoub's family because she was not as rich and traditional as they would have liked her to be. His opinion was to let things flow and to wait and see what happens. Just then, the ship began to drown and Ba2ra was faced with a heavy decision to make: Does she accept the unfairness and leave? Or embrace it and stay?

Knowing Ba2ra, she decided to stay! She was humiliated by Dabdoub's family and yet she held on.

Though the relationship between her and her loved one became almost obsolete and a BIG secret that only close people to Ba2ra knew about, Ba2ra still loved and cared for Dabdoub. She gave him all the love and attention she could give, waiting for nothing in return (maybe just a stolen few hours here and there to spend some time with him).

Days passed so slowly, Dabdoub's selfishness was beginning to overpower her. His cold words began to numb her skin and scar her heart. She cried on her birthday and on every other occasion that lovers seize to rejoice! She was lonely.. So lonely... Yet, she still stood by Dabdoub and tried, as much as she could, to be by his side, help him, make sure he knew she was proud of him and she will love him no matter what!

After many short-lived goodbyes, Dabdoub started taking Ba2ra for granted. He knew she could never leave and played with that fact to his interest.

As if sneaking around and all the secrecy were not enough, Dabdoub also tried to use his conniving methods to deceit Ba2ra into believing that he was honest with her though he had ulterior plans all along!

Ba2ra was a smart girl, she had a good sense of humor and she was pretty good looking. She knew she could choose to be with anyone else, and God knows how many better men came along, yet she didn't. She had faith in their love and in him.

One day, and after a long fight, Ba2ra decided to end things once and for all... She was tired of the fact that Play Station was more important than her... She was tired of being repeatedly asked to give Dabdoub "space" although they were not really in a relationship and they barely saw each other.

Later on, Ba2ra finds out about all the lies Dabdoub has been weaving behind her back.

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***Of course, like every story, there are things that remain untold due to their fragility or out of respect for the characters in that story.

Yet, the truth of the matter remains that every story told is told for a reason: it is an experience which can teach us something!

And what we can learn in this short story is the following:

"Men" You Should Never Fall For are:

- Those are not willing to fight for you, no matter who you are, what or where you have been.
- Men who are too self-involved and think too highly of themselves based on money or authority.
- Men who play with words in order to win you over.
- Men who will not appreciate your simplest gestures.
- Men who don't believe in occasions as a reason to buy gifts- not even a rose!
- Men who tell you: "I don't know how to lie". They are the biggest lairs you can ever meet.
- Men who say: "I am very loyal". If they really were they would prove it by actions not words.
- Men who prefer playing Play Station than spending quality time with you.
- Men who think ignore your calls for hours and then tell you simply that they "didn't see the phone."
- Men who are lazy: what takes ordinary people an hour to do would take them more than 4!
- Men who maintain contact with their ex's in the form of messages, calls or Facebook friends!
- Men who are ready to hang up the phone in your face, for whatever reason it may be.
- Men who are willing to let you cry for hours instead of comforting you.
- Men who tell you:"Go read a book or watch a movie" when you are HURTING!
- Men who are so attached to materialistic things.
- Dependent men who can not make solid decisions on their own.
- Men who will ask you to "delete their pictures from your PC" after a fight.
- Men who are ready to make up promises they know they can't keep just to have you give up the most important things in your life.
- Men who would disappear for hours or even days without a valid excuse.
- Men who do not place you anywhere close to their priority list.
- Men who lie about being "Busy" while they are spending their time telling jokes and "educating" others.
- Men who don't mind being harassed by their younger siblings about where they are and what they are doing.
- Men who keep gaining weight while watching you lose it due to their ignorance and carelessness!
- Men who don't know the simplest etiquette rules!
- Men who do not have any sense of belonging to their origins.
- Men who are charming enough to sweep you off your feet then after a few encounters they appear to you as who they really are.
- Men who allow others to offend you and never take a stand.
- Men who make you feel bad about who you are and where you are from.
- Men who are ready to string you along for years and never feel bad about it.
- Men who do not feel guilt or shame!
- Men who are ready to wait until he is wed to a girl which "fits into their parent's standards".
- Men who make taking you to buy some things (from your own money) sound like a huge deal!
- Men who are cold and emotionless. Those you can never change.
- Men who will send u their best wishes for a "joyful blessed life" after they have completely messed up any chances for that!
- Men who keep losing things!
- Men who do not have the decency to confront you with their plans.

And last but not least, men who think that your love for them is a weakness rather than a blessing.

Cheers to all real men who are not mentioned above!

Rising to the Occasion!

It was night time… They both have missed each other for so long… At least she was certain she did!

Upon seeing each other, they moved closer, embraced each other, craving the warmth of this embrace, wanting more, desiring one another, breathing heavily…

Behind the half opened window and the silhouettes playfully moving to the cold night breeze, she gently sought his ear and whispered: "Love me…"

He didn't know what it was that she really wanted, but he felt it… And as the "man" that he was, he wanted to fulfill her need!

He took her hand, lead her into the room…

She hated that room… It was messy and cold… It made her feel alienated from the world and isolated from herself…

Yet, she loved that room… It was, after all, the place where they had shared the countless smiles, the deepest secrets and the dangerous adventures!

He pulled her hand, sat her on the bed, right next to him and looked in her eyes…

He played with her hair, just the way she taught him to… He touched her face, just the way she would have wanted…

In between the sheets, their bodies moved and swayed to the sounds of the silence…

Blackness… Silence…

He now sits on the edge of the bed, alone… He buries his head into his hand while she lays on the other side thoughtful yet trying to maintain a blank face…

Again, he could not rise up to the occasion… He could not "love her" like she needed… He could not "be with her" like she wanted…

His "impotence" in love was definite now and she knew what she had to do…

You see? Many scientific books and websites speak of male impotence when it comes to the male's inability to "satisfy both partners by not being able to maintain an erection"!

These references speak of impotence as being, strictly, a sexual problem. I beg to differ…

I think males, and some females as well, face a more "treacherous" problem when it comes to impotence: Impotence of the heart!

Failing to "erect" your feelings, bring them to life and / or moving them is also impotence!

In the above scene I created, I need to emphasize the following: "Love me" was in no way meant to be of sexual nature for love itself constitutes greater values and meanings…

At the end of the scene, when "he" realizes his impotence to really "love a woman", I strictly mean that he is unable to have his heart rise to the occasion of loving, giving, caring, understanding and so on…

On a different level, some men and women, equally, share a third type of impotence: that of the mind… Due to many factors such as upbringing, the society, the field of work, the education level, friends and others, even the mind is sometimes unable to make decisions or be productive even with the proper simulation and motivation!

He gets up from the bed, walks slowly to the door, takes a fast glance at her darkness shadowed body and leaves…

She is certain of what has to be done now…

She closes her eyes and enters her pool of dreams….

********The End*************

A Sarcastic Pitch!

If I made you sandwiches, would you love me plenty?
If I managed to always look younger; twenty-five or even twenty?
If I was a “good girl” would you treat me like a puppy?
Would you shower me with love and hugs; bring water to my cuppy?
If I make good coffee, if I make good tea,
Would you still choose someone else, or will it be me?
If I dressed more decently and made more female friends,
Would you promise me a happy life and better ends?

My Testimony... (Uncut, Uncensored)

I realize that, for the past few days, my readers have been looking for some positivism in my writings. They have been constantly questioning the reason for this continuous river of sadness that seems to never stop running and which they seem not to understand.

As I have always been very honest in my words and feelings, which has gotten me into a lot of trouble if I may add, allow me, to explain to you, as a human, not just a writer, the reasons for this surrender that I am revealing in each line I’ve written lately…

See I have always looked for positive thoughts to light my way in the darkness of the days and nights that comes from deep hidden places and people around me… I have always been successful to find it the in the midst of the shadows yet as I stand here, loaded with agony, I see no more light, I find myself fully submerged in darkness…

Things around me seem to have lost their meaning, their taste and their smell… My senses are not able to perform their job! I feel nothingness; I sense no more!

It so happens that the conspiracy of “unfortunate events” finally did get the best of me!
What can one do when faced with such a universal plot to destroy the basis of one’s self: his/her faith in love, happiness and safety?

I know you still didn’t understand… Allow me to elaborate:

For the past few days, week to be precise, nothing has been going as I would want it to. I mean granted: we don’t always get what we want, but come on, I am not getting anything I want! Please don’t get me wrong, I do not expect things to just happen as I sit there restless. I do work hard for what I want, I always have. Nothing has ever come easy to me, nothing! I don’t mind at all, I mean when I work so hard for something and I finally get it, it means way more, I appreciate it more and I struggle to maintain it even more, and I do realize that.

Yet now, working so hard for what I want/need, is just not cutting it!

Now, I’m caught up in my love for 2 cities, which won’t love me back: Beirut, since it is too busy with the political disputes and the people fighting over it, it forgot about me… Amman, just won’t embrace me the way I am and is asking for so much more than I can sacrifice for it to accept me as one of its own…

I’m also caught up in my feelings for a parent who seems to have forgotten he had a daughter. He was never able to be there for me and now, when I need him the most, he packs up and walks out the door…And a brother who takes me as a part time sister and a mother who is never satisfied with me as a whole, and who always expects more and more!

As for the man who was keeping me sane through all the madness, I guess I was too much for him to handle… Since I am not the kind of girl who life usually smiles at, he decided not to be a part of my struggle and just disappeared into the clouds of winter with no sign of reconsidering rains!

I want you all to understand something: I am not in pain because of what I mentioned above. No, people come and go, bad things happen to good people, and I know all that talk so please don’t write me comments trying to cheer me up with those words.

I am in pain because I have worked so hard to gain the love and trust of all those mentioned above. I did all that I could, and even more then out of the blue, something or someone so insignificant and worthless, comes along and just takes all the hard work I have put and just dumps it in some old smelly garbage can at the side of the road!

Furthermore, to make it even worse, those I love, those who know how much I have given, how much more I can give, they just surrender, they give up on me, just like that…

So now, you tell me, what more could I have done? And seriously, did I deserve all this?

I rest my case…

A Letter to Sleep...

Dear Sleep:

First of all, I would like to wish you happy holidays. I sure hope you are enjoying your vacation way more than I am so far!

I am writing you this letter to thank you and at the same time blame you for some intense emotions that I’m feeling at the moment. Please bear with me...

Allow me to begin by the negatives, which I utterly blame you for:

Where have you disappeared? I mean really, where did you go when I need you the most? Why have your visits become so scarce? Why do you choose to add to my pain by coming to me for a few, scattered hours at night while you go to others for 7,8,9,10 or even 11 or 12 hours? Why can’t you see how much I need you? Why are you being just as blind to my needs as anybody else? How come you don’t care?

Ok… Now that I’ve got this out of my system, kindly listen to me as I explain to you my appreciation for being the only bridge which mends the big gap his absence left in my life… I mean I see him in you… You are the only means for me to rest assured that he was a reality… I thank you for that…

Thank you for your time…

Please, please, visit me more often… I need you more than ever…

Love,

Beirut

If Only...

If only things could be as simple as the greens of a tree…
If only they thought a bit deeper about you and me…
If only they would let us out of those cages and just set us free…

If only I was a bit tougher maybe I could deal…
If only I was a bit less sensitive to barely feel…
If only I could stand still, not bend or kneel…

If only winter would be less chilly than it is…
If only we could always feel the pure summer bliss…
If only those people who leave we just never miss…

If only we can sleep as sound as babies do…
If only we could easily learn things we never knew…
If only smiles were many and disappointments were a few…

If only she could realize how her actions affect the life of others too…
If only the sky could always be so pure, so clear and so blue…
If only they can feel the pressure they constantly place on you…

If only stars always shine with the passion of reds…
If only we could sleep on cloudy cotton beds…
If only it was safe to use our hearts instead of our heads!

Memory Blues...

In every corner, every street, every lifeless place,
A memory haunts my every thought and pace,
A sweet memory of his long gone face…

There was no light left in his heart for me,
He closed his eyes so he would no longer see,
No words would stop him now, no beg or plea…

Together is all I knew,
Thinking what was there was true,
I feel numb as my pain I chew!

In every face, every smile, every word I hear,
There he is, lingering on, so far yet so near,
I can sense his presence so dear…

Memory blues won’t fade away,
Walking by my side every day,
A game of hide and seek with them I play!

Alone with Her Dreams...

She sat so close to him; close enough to hear him breathe in her hurting,
She looked in his green eyes for answers, deep within them she kept searching,
The temperature outside was around 12 degrees, yet he way was colder,
She felt the mound of the coming moments weigh her down, she felt older!
As she fled the scene, she could feel his eyes follow her until she was gone,
She was left in shock now: Is it really over? Was it all said and done?
That night she waited for him in the pool of dreams were they usually agreed to meet,
She went earlier than usual to reserve the best front row seat!
All through the night, they talked, laughed and words of love they spoke,
Until the daylight broke and from her dreams she was awaken with a poke!
She sat alone now, closer to her fears of what’s coming her way,
She closed her eyes and for valor she began to pray…

Caught in the Web!

We may be tougher than we thought,
It’s harder for us to break.
Yet when in the webs of love we’re caught,
Deep inside us the strength will shake.

We may be able to handle pain,
Against suffering stand with pride,
We tend to uphold being logical and sane,
Just as long as matters of the heart are aside.

We may be able to swallow our tears,
Shout, scream, converse and fight,
Yet tears tend to slip from fears,
Of being left behind and surviving the night.

We might be able to live with no hopes,
Watch our dreams fall apart and fade,
Yet as we are tangled up in love’s ropes,
We are mixed up between true light and shade.

We might be able to smile to others,
We might be able to make them laugh too,
As we hide the ache that slowly smothers,
Our soul and makes it so ill and blue…

"They" Live On...

They judge you for who they thought you were,
They judge you for who you are,
They judge you and it’s never fair,
Since you have gotten this far!

They talk about you in whispers,
They talk behind your back,
Their words hurt like aching blisters,
Yet proof they tend to lack!

They watch the way you walk,
They watch the way you dress,
They eavesdrop on your talk,
When you face them they never confess!

They linger in the dark,
They linger to observe you yield,
All you do they write down and mark,
And to their frustration you have no shield!

They know talk is cheap,
They know people believe it still,
Their tongues if they only keep,
In their mouths with some will!

They place you in a corner,
They place you on the spot,
They make of you a mourner,
Whether you like it or not!

They lack a soul to feel empathy,
They lack a mind to think,
They ignore the meanings of sympathy,
They hurt without a blink!

They live on to cause disasters,
They live on and breathe in,
Of deceit they are masters,
That’s why they always win!

Strip Down to Yourself...

Take your mask off, there’s no need for you to hide anymore!
I want to see your face before you walk out that door…
Take off the lies you wear so elegantly from head to toe,
I want to see you as you are, if only for once, before you go…
Take off the burden of being someone who you can never be,
Someone who you once claimed you were, that person who cared for me!
Take off the cap of rumors you laid upon your head,
Watch me break as you speak, watch my tears spread!
Take off the shoes you wore to step all over my life,
Get out of my sight, take your bullets of shame, grab your knife!
Take off everything, strip down to the real you and look me in the eye,
Why would you say that? Tell me: What was the use of your lie?

The Past Lingers On...

Sickened with anger and infused with pain, my Tuesday morning begins…
Thoughts of what they said and why, I pay the price of my unmade sins…
“Live in the present, the past is gone,” is the lie they make you believe…
While behind you there are whispering mouths planning to lie and deceive…
That joke called happiness, and those fake promises of a better day to come…
So why are my eyes so swollen, why are my heartbeats replaced with a hum?
Even building of concrete against the Tsunami quivered and disgracefully fell!
The end unwritten seems to have chosen a finale called: The Road to Hell!
My Tuesday morning begins, I’m nauseated with disgust of what I was forced to hear…
No one can help me now with the tornadoes that head my way; they are getting near!
I now look back at the old days, many years ago, when I was young and headstrong…
I would give anything to get a second chance, I would do anything may it be “right” or “wrong”!
Lost in between two cities, my world now crumbles into little shreds of losses and despairs…
Observing the pieces of the puzzle fade, one by one, while no one is aware, no one really cares!
Through my prison window, I hear people breathing with more ease than me…
I wonder: will a day come when they will leave me alone? Will they ever let me be?
The final question that I can’t escape from is simple: Do I stay or just pack up and leave?
Are there any more surprises driving my lane? Any more nets of fabrications left to weave?

Overwhelming Winds of Change...

Waves bashing against the rocks, breaking into a billion tears…
Winds smashing into the walls of nothingness and stirring up the fears…
Storms of despair creeping in with so much determination to destroy the coming years!

She knew it was time to take off her old sorrows and dress in white…
She was certain she had to be strong and find the will in her to fight…
She wanted to find a new hope, a different delight…

Dark nights came and bright days fled away…
She had nothing further she could say…
She thrived to break free and save the day!

Rains fiercely dropped onto the parched cheeks and she wiped them away with her hands…
She pulled her hair back and tied up the drenched and fuzzy strands…
One further step into the grounds of the unknown and into the distant lands…

The strings on her poppet soul she was able to cut loose…
Her mental clock alarm she decided to put on snooze…
It's time for her to take a decision; it's time for her to choose!

Dark nights came and bright days fled away…
She had nothing further she could say…
She thrived to break free and save the day!