Calmity Poem by Leslie Ching

*Note: The title is spelled incorrectly on purpose, you will see why as you read on...*

Midnight's inky blackness seeping in through the frosty windows
Stars sparkle merrily high overhead,
Dotting the cloaked sky with tiny bright ornaments,
Invisible, ignored, and unnoticed by one-
Deep clawing frustration, slumped in front of the hated paper,
Pencil in hand and quivering in hot rage-

Suddenly, a great, gentle sweeping of calmness settles above her head
Cooling and peaceful, contentedness she senses
Though she is still worming away deep inside,
She is bright-faced,
Ironically,
As if this tranquillity is only feigning for the certain knowledge
That all has been lost, a calamity striking,
And a sweet, blissful feeling of calmed desperation and despair...