The dark night

In this cold, wet night, as she stared out of her window into the treacherous waters, she felt peaceful. Despite the storm within and the rough sea, it felt placatory.The wintry winds added to the numbness. Intuitively, two small warm droplets of water filled in her lost eyes. She haplessly tried to shrug away what was to follow. Eyes felt heavy. She shut them and opened them a while later to feel a line of warmth streaming down her red eyes. Afterall, the heaviness of the heart had found its way. She wiped those tears off her eyes. She remembered the words and of the learned, "be strong."
Strong. Did it mean not expressing yourself and killing the basic sense of your existence? She felt weak, too weak to even negate or fight that statement. She shut her eyes and smiled, tried to smile. She quickly suppressed her emotions, her feelings, her tears and transported them to one of those corners of her heart that are still waiting to be heard, to be bought back to life.
Drawing the curtains and shutting the window, she turned away and wore her smile, her attire of strength, toughness and vigor and walked away from her standstilled world into the world of the strong hearted.
And as she's receding, the harsh waves rage back and forth, waiting for some serene unruffled times to come.