From the fireplace there's not a spark
There's a curtain over the window
Blocking the sun but not the airflow.

If I cry I won’t be heard
No questions I ask will be answered
I don't recommend this for thyself
But this way I can’t make a fool of myself.

I lay on the hardwood ground
Knowing no one will listen to my sound
On the floor, dejected
That’s how it feels when you've been rejected.

I went out on a limb and now I'm in shame
I set any future chances aflame
I tried so hard and now I'm mortified
After I was pathetically denied.

I now know the worst ache
Is the one that is a side effect of heartbreak
It can’t be healed by medicine or lotion
So my tears flow into an ocean
That’s when friends are the magic potion.

It happens all the time, my life hasn't ended
Even if the outcome wasn't intended
I can continue to exist
My image doesn't have to be blurred with humiliation mist.

The wind blows the drapes away
The sunlight is released as a gorgeous display
Flowers bloom within the shine
Could their future be like mine?
I wonder when for a moment I won't be in fright
What will happen if I step into the light?

By: Clare O.

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