The Girl In The Attic

The walls seem to be closing in, suffocating and paralysing me with fear,

I can hear their scorns and ringing laugh filling my ears,

“No good, no good “, I say, I must carry on and tarry not, for;

If I do my thoughts would stray,

 To places darker than night,

 Impenetrable to a lone ray of light,

Just a void, cooled by stares and repulsion,

 And heated by a hate of such fervour and passion.

I shook my head off these dreaded thoughts,

And spun around to face a girl:

Her eyes were like voids, staring back at me,

Her sunken face and faded blond hair, made her lifeless and queer, 

She looked like an old painting,

Colourless and trodden upon,

I moved my hand and, she moved too,

Imitating my every move,

I peered at her until I couldn’t bear to see her sad look, at last,

I dropped my gaze to the ground and moved away from the looking glass,

To the cast away corner of the attic, oh so dark,

The cold water splashed at my bruised arms and hands,

As I set out to work, hard and fast.

In that space of time I saw a flower,

With wilted petals and broken parts,

“Poor thing”, I thought it won’t recover,

The loss of separation from its plant cover.

But still I thought I’ll give it a chance,

To grow or get broken apart.

The next day I woke up and saw,

The flower looked a bit better than last,

Even surrounded by the dark, dismal attic,

It never stopped growing, letting go of the past.

A strange joy grew and tugged at my heart, 

A ray of hope was all I needed to start.

I tried but was thrust back again,

In the dark alleys and pathways,

But just like the flower I never quit trying, a bit more hard, everyday.

Then one day I came back to the attic,

A strange aroma filled the room,

Its sweetness filled my very soul and,

Added balm on the gaping holes.

The flower had blossomed petal by petal, 

I went near and cupped it with my hands,

Feeling the joy, the bliss it had spread,

I felt a sense of triumph in my chest,

The wilted, colourless flower was granted life and blest.

I lay on the bed, and stillness prevailed,

Not stifling me,

But serene and free,

Lulling me into a deep, peaceful sleep.

The morning dawned, the sun rose up,

And bathed the world into light,

Coaxing it to rise up, 

Causing the early birds to take a flight,

The sunlight streamed in through the attic,

Illuminating its every side, and

Caressed and brightened, the very corner,

Where two blooming flowers lay asleep side by side.