The box shaped room, it was so dark and empty
And yet the little girl went there day after day
Into that empty cold space of nothingness
And this is where she began to pray.
Dear God she would mumble
Please come and be with here with me
And she would cry while waiting
Wondering what she might see.
She had dreams of pink fairies, sweet lemonade
Contrasting frosty grey clouds with yellow sunny days
Green forests and emerald filled oceans
Her mind would journey in so many different ways.
The loneliness remained in the room, pervasive and real
And the girl how she suffered, sometimes withdrew
To question her existence, the gaping abyss
A child alone, loneliness being what she knew.
Though this time was quite painful
Seemingly an infinity, so disturbing and long
It was needed for her growth and change
It was the secret ingredient to her emerging song.
Don’t give in my dear lonely and lost children
Stuck in your empty, cold dark rooms
Don’t buy into the idea of the infinity of abyss
Don’t think of this as your own tomb.
I promise you now, if you can breathe and still learn
To sit, to be, to have infinite trust
That this deep darkness around you will pass
And into a life of light you will be thrust.