Her gentle blue eyes stare
Out of the clear glass window of the room.
She sees life happening with others
Living their day-to-day lives,
While she is trapped
In this plain white box with stained memories.
It has been four days
Since she has been able to feel
The warm spring air on her face,
Since she’s heard the laughter of her children playing,
Since she’s felt the graze of a soothing hand from the man of thirty years.
Red scars stain her chest, after just a couple of hours
Of removing the deathly curse.
She reminisces on the horrifying pictures
Of her mother twenty years earlier attempting to push through the same deathly curse.
The day has finally come
Where she can leave the stained white room,
Adding to the depressing memories
And see the world that she has missed.
The automatic glass doors open
And she takes the first step
Of the second chance that she has been given.