On a cold night Rainy but not wet Heavy and set Sat a girl on the swing She laid down on it And gazed above At the dark black sky. There washed upon her A feeling of peace And joy and content And wonder At the world so high Quiet and clear Without a sigh.
She fell in love Yet again With the too-bright city That she called home. She was in love With its quiet corners And silent spaces Amidst the racing roar. She fell in love With life and light That could surprise Her sullen self And let her feel safe In the endless chaos Of her self-doubts and dilemmas.
She loved that moment That moment of feeling Of being at peace Of being distant Of simply waiting For the storms to pass by. For she believed And she held on With all her might To the thought That this too shall pass.
And she will be the lass Broken and wounded With scars that smarted But still stood tall As a hope for all To see, to learn To have faith In their own quest To live life with zest And plenty of rest.