Cemetery girl

She tended to the flowers 
on the graves 
as if they were her garden 
& found peace in the solitude 
of its silence 
life had become 
a wall of white noise 
built upon 
pain...shame & regret 
choking all of her colors 
to grey 
till one day 
she found her color 
in the form of 
a crimson dress 
& finally 
that great white wall 
was silent