THE BEAUTY IN PAIN

All you could hear was the whimper

As I hopelessly glanced upon the night sky ,brightened by the city lights. 

There was nothing more to want

For those dismal traumas had turned my desires into unsatisfied  memories,

And the fire that once burnt so passionately in my heart, had burnt down my dreams and hopes into ashes.

I thought of nothing but the storm,

That tore up my roots and separated my branches from me.

You see,

The beauty in pain

Is that somewhere hidden , there is a revival of joy.

And when the storm comes back,

With the blackest clouds ,the fiercest waves and the roaring winds,

You can face it with a stronger heart.

I knew I could too,

But you would never see me smile the way I used to.

You will see the sparkle in my eyes fall away as glimmering tears.

You will feel my hands freezing and stiffening.

You will hear the thunder in my voice break through.

For things will never be the same again.

The writer is a grade 7 student of Sunbeams School.