She has a wish.
What would it feel like?
She wonders.
How would the wind feel against her skin?
Will she ever be able to taste the snowflakes?
Can she ever play in the warmth of the summer?
Questions unanswered are left clutter her head.
She has a dream.
She has a dream.
To be able to step outside and have fun,
To be able to take chances,
To be able to be free.
Daydreams fill her colourful mind that was fading away as days pass.
Every morning, when the nurse pulls the drapes, joy would fill her empty heart.
Behind the glass, revealed the sights of the life around her.
The life she'd never got a chance to live.
Mixtures of happiness and envy would appear in the pit of her stomach,
Followed by dread and dismay.
Though, she loved every minute of it.
For that was that was the only time where she could actually feel alive.
Where she actually feels like a human being.
As day goes by and nightfall arrives, she falls into greater despair.
The nurse walks in, and pulls down the drapes,
Concealing the world from her eyesight,
Trapping her in the prison they call a room.
But see, even during these times, our little lady doesn't merely stay glum and whine.
No, she closes her eyes,
Deleting the dreadful surroundings around her.
Then she sees it.
A large medow, filled with the fresh green of grass, and refreshing blue of the sky.
Flowers were blooming here and there,
Releasing a pleasant smell, which nurtures her heart and calms her shredded soul.
Her paradise.
She'd take a few steps and wander around the land,
Slowly taking in everything with all of her senses.
Then, she would encounter a tree.
Tall and mighty,
There it stands, strong and proud.
The shade provided by the magnificent tree was were she'd rest and watch the life around her brimming with joy and happiness waltz around without a care in the world.
Every single day of every single week,
She would come to her wonderful world.
She would stay there for 15 minutes, or maybe three hours.
She would relax quietly, or sing and dance playfully.
This was how she was able to withstand the long and hard days of suffering and pain.
This was where she could run away.
This was all hers.
-End-
For that was that was the only time where she could actually feel alive.
Where she actually feels like a human being.
As day goes by and nightfall arrives, she falls into greater despair.
The nurse walks in, and pulls down the drapes,
Concealing the world from her eyesight,
Trapping her in the prison they call a room.
But see, even during these times, our little lady doesn't merely stay glum and whine.
No, she closes her eyes,
Deleting the dreadful surroundings around her.
Then she sees it.
A large medow, filled with the fresh green of grass, and refreshing blue of the sky.
Flowers were blooming here and there,
Releasing a pleasant smell, which nurtures her heart and calms her shredded soul.
Her paradise.
She'd take a few steps and wander around the land,
Slowly taking in everything with all of her senses.
Then, she would encounter a tree.
Tall and mighty,
There it stands, strong and proud.
The shade provided by the magnificent tree was were she'd rest and watch the life around her brimming with joy and happiness waltz around without a care in the world.
Every single day of every single week,
She would come to her wonderful world.
She would stay there for 15 minutes, or maybe three hours.
She would relax quietly, or sing and dance playfully.
This was how she was able to withstand the long and hard days of suffering and pain.
This was where she could run away.
This was all hers.
-End-
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