myrandompoems

I slammed the door, but that was all I could do.

I sat down and contemplated.

I looked outside of my window, and everything looked still.

Almost the opposite to the feelings raging inside me, the hurricanes of anger and the tsunamis of disappointment left me in agony...

I was helpless.

That's when I saw it.

The green scarf;My safe Haven .

I draped it across the table, to make a sort of...fort?

I scavaged around for my pack of biscuits.

I found it under my clothes in the top drawer .

I layed each one on the bar underneath the plastic study table.

I sit underneath the table and cover the only way of sunlight to come in with the green scarf.

I think mother will be upset because this is her favorite green shawl.

But when she knocks on my bedroom door like she always does, I don't feel a pang of anxiousness.

In fact, the knock sounds calm and understanding.

She walks in gracefully;her usual style, and sits next to me.

Doesn't say anything, just...puts her arm around me.

Her perfume comforts me and her warmth makes me feel even better .

We sit there, for the next hour or two.

After a while, we put up fairy lights, and it feels like a dream.

Gulping down ounces of orange juice, eating Jim jams and talking about doctor who.

The best feeling on this Earth . Hard to explain, but all of it together felt like a fairy tale.

A fairy tale that could never be true again after the accident.