Slam the door of your room.
                         Shut the hateful world out
                         of your presence.  Toss and
                         tumble, grapple with the
                         whirlwind agony of your hurt
                                soul,
                                          alone.

           Weep, weep, you sad at heart, about obstacles
                   You can not climb,
                            But must--
                                         And perchance will.

           Sorrowful eyes half-veiled, droop shut,
                     Fearing to open and see.
           Voice that quavers, in unsteady mumblings;
                     Once screamed demands wore it to
                                   Comparable silence.

           Cavern of thoughts, distressed with the world's
                     Faults, chances to cave in on hope.
           Wrinkled brow, consumed by its burning
                     Thoughts, smoothe; soften to a form at
                                              peace.

           Hand clenched to flowers need not wither with
                     The blooms, for they remain only as
                             Pressed memories.
           Stooped back that is young may
                     Straighten, when its unnecessary load
                                                    Topples.

           Feet have a path to walk; if a thorn is
                     Trod upon, the punctured flesh
                       Will be sweet-pierced
                         To know that there are
                                    Paths of petals.

           Open ears will hear the crunch from the
                     Leaf-strewn walk as you stride.
           Arms lift to catch the sun or thunder cloud.
           Heart strains to make life
                     Flow by pounding the red liquid.

           Reformed features of the body, take on the
                          Mind's belief.
           Reborn soul, a rest has made you new.
                           Life is waiting!

           Open the door, thyself has locked you
                     In the room of distraction.
           Confront the world with comprehension.
                           Life is waiting!