She walked through the purple woods,
An opal jar in her hands.
The rustling of the leaves,
The sounds of the insects,
The whistling of the winds,
The stamping of a lonely pair of feet.
Fireflies were glowing ahead,
She stepped to reach them;
Five steps and stopped,
A heavy heart she behold.
The fireflies of hope
Vanished in thin air.
She looked ahead further to see
The sun peeking through the trees.
The negative past, negative thoughts;
Shield of illusions, believed them she.
The sun glowed brighter,
She took a step ahead of the shield,
Risking what she feared,
Walked towards it.
The sun was there, waiting for her,
The fireflies returned, swirling around her.
Smile returned on the gloomy face,
She took the jar, opened the lid
And held it in front.
There flew thousands of butterflies,
Swirling with the fireflies around,
While the sun awaited for her,
The mood sent an unspoken letter,
The purple woods turned rainbow coloured.
Witnessed the reality,
Broke her shield.
The opal jar stood beside,
For the sadness to be captured,
Not the life.
- Zayana Cullen
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Silent Whispers of Dysphoria
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