As I stared out of the window that night, into the sky,
I couldn't see the moon.
There weren't any stars in sight either.
Pitch black it was!
The dark clouds had grasped it under their spell.
It cried out,
may be to the moon or the stars who he thought were his friends and would be there in his darkest times.
The entirety of it left all alone that night.
Frightened and terrified, no way out, it gave in.
I wondered how I could understand the sky so well that night.
A voice within me answered, "Because you're like the sky yourself, tonight.
All alone and lonely.
Weak and vulnerable."
And then, we broke down, in sync, the sky in rains and I in tears.
Don't know how long had it been till we were exhausted and dry, and whether I slept or died.
The sun next morning hit me with a ray of sunshine and brought me back to my senses, quite literally, entering through that very window.
And I opened my eyes to stare into the sky once again.
Only it was blue this time.
Clear and bright in the sun's company.
Almost as if it had fled all the demons of the night with bravery to smile at me with pride.
I took a moment.
Then smiled back and began the day with a new intent.