Sitting in a dark room,
Surrounded by an eerie blackness of despair,
For days and days.
Suddenly I see a light up in a corner of a room,
Is it a window or my imagination?
I get up and go over to the corner.
It’s a window of light in all the despair and darkness.
I struggle with the rusty lock and open the window wide.
I look through the opening
And feel the warm glow of the sun.
I see the sunlight, I hear the birds,
I smell the flowers, I feel the cool breeze,
I taste the flavours of freedom.
I climb through the window
Leaving the darkness far behind.
When a door closes, there is a window somewhere
Leading to somewhere wonderful:
a place you never knew was there.