Sink Series: Poem 2

A tear slowly drew along my cheek

The sun glistened brightly through my curls

which became gentler and soft, day by day

The whites on the tips of my fingers

Melded with the open paper that I had long held

I heard my heart beat with the calm of stillness

In mid morning, it was a new day

Like a soft stream and the smell of pine

The world flooded into my window with ease

The sounds of birds chatting

I healed beside the sky

In the corner I nestled my fragile body

Where my heart lay cracked and bare

White, blush, and cream

Flowers bloom where I remain planted

The soil around me felt so much richer

And as the noise became numb, I was okay

Alone and content, okay in my warm state

I felt the tenderness of life wrap around me

The world outside began to glow

Time was only a measurement on a glass face

I sank deeper into the untainted clouds

My eyes clear, glimmered bright blue once more