THE ROOM

There is a small dark room,
Though provided with windows and doors,
It lies as dark as the night
Not a shadow on the dusty floors


A girl sits inside the room
Her feelings deep into the dark
Just as the surrounding environment
Reluctant to erase the lethal mark


Then one day, a window sees light
The pale golden sunrise on it's panes
And the girl awakes from her slumber
Seeing a new spring after heavy rains


The gold sweeps through her feet,
Her face and her hair,
Then falls upon a mirror
Reflecting an unfamiliar stare


But the gold also disperses
Upon the canvasses of her life
Showing her the masterpieces
Once created by her own smiles


And the girl rises from the floor,
Opens the windows and doors.
Now the same dark room
Appears as a basking golden shore