Clover Poetry Series: On Finding the Bright Side
"Outside the Window" was originally a journal entry that poured out of me after a disappointing job rejection. But writing these words helped to ease the pain and remind me that each setback is simply another chance to grow. And I hope that in some small way, these words can do the same for you.
"Outside the Window"
There are flowers outside.
But I am on the wrong side of this window.
Trapped between it and the walls of this room.
And this room seems to be getting too small to hold all of my dreams.
Those dreams take up too much space now.
They are jotted in the pages of my journal,
Planned out in my diary,
In the dog-eared pages of my favourite books that sit on my shelf in a neat row.
They are stacked between the mess of papers in my drawers,
Piled high on my bedside table,
Scattered on the floor like seeds.
Each of them competing for room to grow.
To stretch upwards, towards the light, so that they can unfurl their petals and come into bloom.
But there is no light for them here.
Looking out the window right now, I can only see clouds.
They cover the whole sky.
Full and grey.
Ominous: as if they know that the rain that is coming will confine me to this room that is cluttered
with too many dreams.
But I know something that they don’t.
You need water to grow.
With each raindrop of this approaching storm, my dreams will be taking root,
Ready to burst out into the sunlight when it returns.
Like the flowers outside the window.
By Zoe Victoria, 19