Hush now my friend
though winds have spiralled
and lashed out at you.
Walk away on padded feet.
Let them not hear you
as you close the door,
on tricks of your mind
that thwarted your courage.
Those nights tossed in restless sleep,
those days of useless self pity,
those hours of longing
for what you could not have.
Close that door in silence
as you step aside for the light
that will bathe you, caress you
with the holy promise of a new day.
A day filled with surprises–
wrapped with ribbons and bows,
waiting to witness your sheer delight,
to find it was just what you wanted!
Close the door quietly my dear.
Let them not hear the echoes
of your footfalls, or know
that you have been here before.
And when you return to this place,
wearing your victory crown,
let them ululate, bowing at your feat
in their invisible shapes and forms,
No longer able to make you cry
because you have learnt how to fly.
Chevvy's diary 