I was robbed.
Robbed of the feeling of messy hair after spinning in circles,
Robbed of happy tears and silly laughter.
There is an empty space where joy used to live.
Space where walls are full of drawings
And where windows are wide open.
My space has empty walls
And windows are shut.
There is a wall rising within me,
Wall over which even I can not see.
But I am going to climb that wall.
I will tear down those bricks one by one
And paint them with colors so bright they will leave sparkles when I fly away.
