From My Poet Friend.

The Dawn After the Darkness 

She sits under a canopy of stars in the sky.

Trying to ignore the urge to cry.

She wants to scream, but instead she sits as still as a stone.

Surrounded by trees, flowers, and even stars, but still she feels so alone. 

Her watery eyes threaten to spill over with tears, but resists the temptation. 

All the stars remain still, as if holding their breath in anticipation. 

But at last, one tear escapes down her checks.

And soon, so do all the emotions shes been bottling in for weeks. 

Everything she's tried so hard to hide.

Everything she's tried to push under the surface, keep tucked safely inside.

And now the stars are twinkling, as if they are weeping their own tears.

And so she weeps out her hurt, loneliness, and unspoken fears.

The stars weep, as if they can understand the pain she is experiencing. 

They are her consolation; she can almost hear them whisper, "You can tell us anything."

And so she does. She pours out the contents of her aching heart.

From the last detail all the way back to the very start.

When she is done, the stars are quiet, as if thinking.

She feels trapped, bit by bit, slowly sinking.

And now all she wants is someone to hold her and whisper, "I'm here."

But even the stars seem to melt away and disappear.

With no stars to comfort her, she finds herself all alone.

Wishing there was someone to give her strength for the battle ahead, but she's on her own.

Instead, darkness wraps its cruel fingers around her.

The next couple hours pass in a painful blur. 

She finds herself surrounded by the darkest night she's ever seen.

And in the quiet darkness, she feels her fragile heart breaking.

She knows. Oh, she knows. The battle is just beginning.

She feels caught between two worlds and she's trapped in the middle.

Struggling to put the pieces of life together, but they remain a riddle. 

The pain is almost too much to bear.

She whispers in the dark, "Please, is anyone there?" 

She wishes that the darkness, the hurt would go away.

And prays. Prays that she'll survive to see the light of day. 

Finally, there is nothing more to cry, no more tears to weep.

She lays down her head and drifts off into a dreamless sleep.

When she awakes, she finds herself staring into a beautiful sunrise.

Staring at the colors, fresh tears spring to her eyes.

Tears of pain, no. But tears of joy? Yes! 

Because the night is finally disappearing, growing less and less.

Because sometimes the darkest nights have the most beautiful sunrises.

Because she survived the night and now she can see the prize.

Because the sunrise whispers the Artist's "I-love-yous".

It whispers it in passionate reds, rusty golds, and melting blues.

She smiles and lifts her face to the sky.

Sometimes the darkest night has the most beautiful sunrise.

Truly, at last, there are no more tears to cry.