Leaning On The Windowsill

Emotionally-inspired poetry.

I leaned out on the windowsill, sitting quietly and still.

The glass blocked out the honest sights, and in my eyes I saw the whites.

Everything was churning 'round, but in my room twas not a sound.

The only furniture that lied in there, was the tiny, wooden, sat on chair.

The small room was the darkest black, in my dusty elder shack.

I glared out at the beaming sun, but none of it was any fun. 

I paused to look down at the grass, but it was wilting very fast.

A man that was in my yard, was tirelessly working, and working hard.

He turned around to give me a smile, and it looked as if were a mile.

He walked up to my windowsill, and looked down at the grass that was on the hill.

He looked back up and said to me, "Look! The grass is as green as can be!"

I stared down aimlessly at the grass, but then it quit wilting fast.

I turned my head up to him and said, "Out of the darkness, I have been lead."

I faced the walls around my house, and light began to douse and douse.

I saw the color with much thrill, and see the darkness I no longer will.

Author's Note

When I was sad, it felt like the world was crumbling at my feet. One of my friends helped me and showed me that it wasn't that bad, and everything felt better again. This is inspired by those moments.