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~The Window~

I look out the window,

and what do I see?

Fog so deep,

yet it parts.

The window does not leave.

It screams,

for written upon it,

are words.

Sorrow,

as black as night,

compassion dwindles,

like a fallen star.

Fear creeping,

around the edges like grime,

love mocking,

shouting at me.

Hatred tempting,

like the darkest sin,

hope hiding,

like the sunset.

Justice drifting,

like fallen leaves,

faith burning,

like my heart.

Each word tells a story,

a story either dark or light,

happy or sad,

hated or glad,

cherished or begged to be forgotten.

Each word twists my life,

shapes me,

like wood,

chiseling away,

for a better picture.

Sorrow sifts,

like a black mist,

enveloping me,

and I embrace it.

Compassion lights,

itself atop my head,

trying to sink itself,

inside my brain.

Fear tickles,

scratching my skin,

entering my blood.

Love weaves,

around my heart,

turns into spikes,

and squeezes.

Hatred inserts,

upon my back,

creating wings,

the darkest of black.

Hope sneaks,

beneath my nails,

comforting me,

healing me.

Justice drives,

deep inside my soul,

lifting me up,

and carrying me.

Faith ignites,

within my heart,

burning the spikes,

lighting the dark.

Will I survive?

What have I become?

I hear a voice,

within my head.

It grows in pitch,

until I realize,

there are two.

One of the most velvet soft,

the other harsh and well.

The velvet is trying to tempt me,

to join him,

to serve him.

The harsh is begging me,

to resist temptation,

to be myself.

I listen to the war,

of voices in my head,

let it control,

my thoughts.

I finally decide,

that I can no longer hide.

I must be the bridge,

of dark and light,

happy and sad,

hated and glad,

cherished and begged to be forgotten.

I will be what I want to be.

I will be,

a man.