A black midnight sky shadowed her vision.
Between her and her passion was an enormous division.
With her brown eyes unable to sparkle without sunlight,
She was just another faceless shadow in the core of the night.
She went on a walk and stumbled upon an area of greenery,
But darkness overpowered the beauty of the scenery.
Miles upon miles she slowly walked without direction,
Until she noticed bright lights that shone upon one section.
With two blue tennis courts standing right before her eyes,
She slowly stepped onto the hidden gem with a look of surprise.
A red tennis racquet ignited flames of passion into her heart,
With a bright yellow tennis ball being her light to restart.
She hit the tennis ball and shed a few tears,
And a prisoner of self destruction was free after many years.
So when sun began to rise,
She got those sparkles back in her eyes.