Behind the Bars

She was strolling with a blank mind in a gloomy room, Something was diverting her loneliness. The light from the glass window was squashing the darkness of the room. Something was there attracting her and she went towards that and stood by the window, holding the cold iron bars which were quite relaxing, at once the view behind the bar grabbed her attention, White periwinkle flowers were blooming in the seedbed, their fluttering and dancing bunches in the quiet atmosphere were making the environment soothing, she turned her face and put a glance in the darkroom the room was as yet bleak, she turned around towards the light, the thought arouses that there is always hope behind the bars we only need to look behind those, which are barriers that seize us with the negativity we need to move a little to hold those bars and look towards the sun, the bright sky, the seedbeds with blooming flowers and the light which want to get in by the path of the eye and to store in the heart that want her to stand up again.
She left the room and ran towards the backyard, once again, she was standing by the window with bars, but now she was surrounded by the light, and darkness was left behind the bars. She realized that nature always stands by her like a beam of light, which eliminates all the worries and sorrows, only the need to have faith and dare to defeat the dark and leave it behind the bars.