The darkness of the night was witness,
but no one else could see it,
in the silence of solitude
my tears flowed,
they did so as if they were being chased,
my eyes looked like a fountain,
a gushing spring,
it was a tsunami of emotions,
nothing could stop them...

There were no words, only tears,
I was knocked down,
my pillow swam and tried to silence my cries,
I clung to it,
I had only my pillow to hug,
my pillow didn't understand anything,
it only listened to me as it remained inert...

When it all happened,
when my tears dried up,
when my strength to scream ran out,
when I finally released my pillow,
I turned over,
and in the darkness, I tried to look at the ceiling,
but something happened,
the lights of the stars came through my window,
my gaze contemplated each one of them, my eyes could do nothing but admire their beauty,
then I realized that my soul had been freed from a lot of weight,
my mind no longer felt the desire to control anything,

I felt my body so light that it seemed to flow,
hope moved me to the sound of the stars,
and faith was my guide.

Many years have passed since that night, and I always keep in mind that even in the darkest night the stars shine.