The crystal light shines
Through the pained panes
And illuminates the room
As lightning strikes.
The sound echoes
As the clouds applaud
The amazing show before me.
After hours of staring at the rain
As it pelts the glass,
Threatening to break,
I wander more
Into this castle of darkness.
There are so many windows,
I notice.
So many to look through,
So many that could break.
The windows surround me,
Bending,
Swirling,
Turning into a memory.
Smiles,
Laughter,
Love.
It makes me grimace.
I remember the day.
Why must the windows remind me?
I have jumped through many windows,
Sometimes landing on a cloud,
Sometimes falling into soft rose petals
That tickled my cheeks
And made me giggle.
Sometimes I felt the thorns,
Sometimes I landed on the pavement
And the giggling stopped.
Sometimes I fell faster than usual,
Sometimes it was slow
And painful
And I couldn't find an escape.
I force my way through the memory,
Trying to force my betrayer behind me as well,
But it leaves me out of breath.
I stop and pause in a hallway,
A familiar corridor.
These windows are broken,
Letting the rain in.
I walk across the glass shards,
Feeling their sting.
But,
Being so used to stings and jabs,
It bothers me in no way.
Crimson liquid mixes with the rain,
Wine now covering the floor.
I lay on the glass,
And the wine continues to spread.
I shut my eyes
And listen to the storm,
Feeling the storm in my heart too.
I grab a shard of glass,
And let it slide into my aching heart.
The storm ceases,
Both in the clouds
And in my heart.
The broken windows can no longer sting me now.
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A Girl in a Forgetful World
PoetryThis is a collection of all the poetry I have written. Some sadness, some happiness, and a concotion of both. Poetry is my way to vent and let my emotions flow freely. Thanks for checking it out, and I really hope you enjoy what you find! And please...