Behind the Frosted Glass Window
I thought you could see me, behind the frosted glass window
But I am but a shadow, a faded memory
You cannot fathom my pain, you cannot understand my thoughts
I cannot define my agony into words
My memories are a haunting nightmare,
It creeps like violet smoke into my mind
It swirls, winds, and slithers in like a snake
Forcing my horror, my sorrow to wake
You say I cannot understand
You stand before me, your cuts and blood splashing like silver rain
But wipe away the frosted glass window
What eyes could hide behind humor?
What smile could lie about joy?
What soul do you see, once broken?
A heart that still beats, a heart that still bleeds
I am the silent pain, and you are the agonized shout
Look at me, I was you
You say I lie, but I know the truth
I was not alone, in my silent agony, in my struggles
I had gazed upon my reflection
All I had seen was pain; all I had seen was a trail of tears
But why the warmth?
Why the fade?
Why did the darkness of my horror become a shade?
I looked to find myself in a warm embrace
The soft feather touch of wings against my face
And the breath of hope and strength that revived my faith
So I turn to you, I’m reaching out my hand
Scars and flaws, not hidden, not bound
With a promise to help if you let me
To face the fear, face the pain
Rise above, and be whole again
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