elise.writer

The time of sitting crumpled at a desk had finally come to a close as she skipped from the school's wide doorway into the luscious daylight. The sun sprinkled down on the pressure and stress, vanishing it with its glow.

Bubbling water rushing over bare feet
In billowing gulps of rapids and pools
Tickling toes with ripples of magic
Finally escaping school

Afternoon jogs down a little dirt road
Slowing just to pick those pretty flowers

Leaves quake and rattle as
A soft breeze swooshes across and
Stirs their sturdy veins while
Songbirds twitter from above because
They are fortunate enough to
Have fledged successfully and
Rose petals flutter to the the grass for

But how can I see
The glass half full when really
It is all empty

When every smidgen of daylight is suctioned away
Flashing in and out for minutes before a harsh zap
Headlamps and flashlights are scrounged out
From the depths of dark bins shoved away beneath

Each flitting fractal of darkened gray
Almost but not quite black
Flashes in a hollowed brightness
At just the right angle

Blurry blotches of fatigued white
Sprout from a dotted canvas
Of everyday softened gray