I awoke within sorrow's grasp, tangled in my bed,
Yet amid the gloom, a strange calmness spread.
My body felt weightless as if I'd shed
The burdens that clung, the worries that bled.
As time flowed, a month of sorrow it seemed,
The sadness deepened like an undreamed stream.
I refused to be tethered, no longer redeemed,
So I rose from my bed, my solace esteemed.
To my mother's closet, I hastened my pace,
Seeking a dress, memories interlaced.
An almost-summer gown, with a corset embraced,
Its flowing silhouette, a symbol of grace.
In hues of nostalgia, with a small blue ribbon,
The dress whispered tales of where it had been.
Perfect for my journey, my heart's secret kin,
I carried it back, a treasure within.
Draped in its fabric, the transformation began,
A splash of scarlet on lips, hair spun grand.
Ready for my walk, under the midday sun,
Metamorphosis complete, a new chapter began.
Stolen novel; please report.
Down the stairs, parents in repose,
Announced my departure, and no questions arose.
Silent curiosity, a void that froze,
A tear traced my cheek, a story it shows.
Onto the road, seeking the fabled bridge,
Whispered tales of joy, where hearts find their stitch.
Passed by smiling families, laughter's rich ridge,
Their unity, a pang of joy and sorrow's pitch.
At last, upon the bridge, twilight's embrace,
Sun and moon exchanged their celestial chase.
Kicked off my slippers, ascended with grace,
Awaiting the moon's zenith, its luminous face.
At its pinnacle, the moon glowed in full bloom,
Casting its shimmering essence in the watery room.
Reflections danced, an ethereal costume,
As I stood, a lone figure in the lunar's perfume.
In the silence, a symphony of night's serenade,
The bridge, is a threshold where emotions cascade.
Yet, amidst beauty, a heart's masquerade,
A search for solace beneath the moon's jade.
Suddenly, a soft wind blew in my direction,
My dress waved with the sound's affection.
I untied my hair, took a breath in reflection,
A friend tried to stop me; I smiled and made my decision.