A Girl in a Forgetful World

Windows

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.