The glass hit the floor with a crash that she wasn’t aware of.
There was only the sound of the laughter that caught in her throat.
The confusion she felt for so long made her melt as the tears began
and she fought with her thoughts as she knelt down to pick up the fragments.

She swallowed more pieces of glass today, they tore open the scars that had recently healed.
The bitterness swells like a saltwater tide and it burns inside and she waits for the pain to subside so the healing can start again.

There are memories in this house I don’t want, can’t take anymore.
The time for some changes is long overdue.

My story will never be told on a stained glass window. All the prayer in the world can’t repair the damage I’ve done.
The world is distorted when viewed through a section of leaded pain
All the color is gone, I just want to believe. I want to believe again.

How does a life get so tangled when the thing that you care for the most is forgotten and pushed aside?
Were we born with a purpose or do we prepare for the next time around?
Should we scream at the sky or seek cover for inner reflection?

The view from the hill has been calling her. She has visions of towers with windows lit up by a foreign sun.
The only escape from the cruelty of life comes in stolen dreams where she steps through the looking glass hoping she never wakes up again.

She gives him a smile as he walks through the door and embraces her. It was only one day but it felt like a lifetime he’d been away. He kisses her gently and holds out a present he bought for her. A hand-blown medallion ablaze with the colors of hardened fire.

The ghosts of the past always follow them. The fragmented images move in kaleidoscope patterns
swirling and changing and someday the spirits will fade away. Telescope foresight prevents them from heading that way again.