Closing the curtains, I seal myself in solitude.
Only me and the muted screams from outside.
Jubilation ripping through the streets is a stronger sign of spring than a calendar.
I used to be one of them..dancing, drinking, laughing…
Sister told me to join her today … said it would lift my spirits…
Though, the moment I open the door, I know the festivities won’t nourish my barren heart.
Long exhausted from feigning happiness.
Time to ditch the facade and return to my reclusive reality.
Shutting the door, I save the people from the outcries of a famished soul.
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