The Girl By The Window

“ I am alone. I sit in the darkroom on the ledge near the window. The skin of the grills of the window is battered with the colors of black iron and brown rust. The sky is grey and extremely still, I sit in my pajamas holding my knees close to my chest, the loose strands of my hair gently brushing against my face with the wind that is bringing in the smell of wet soil. I see a spark of lightning and hear a rumble of thunder, miles away. My life has been a roller coaster ride, last year was hard and harsh on me. Sitting by the window, the sky now dark, I could feel the cold raindrops piercing my face. 2020 was gone months away, and yet I was sitting in the cold unable to shake off the weariness and the pain that that year had brought me. That year was like a mirror room, like a maze, you thought you knew the exit but alas you had been tricked into another month, another problem. It was a long struggle, with a war being fought in and outside of the home. As I sit by the window, now partially drenched, in the darkroom staring out in the cold night I feel like a wounded warrior, who had won the fight but lost the battle. “