A Life In A Day
Nancy | Nasty | Nature's Kiss | Neglect | Nightwatcher | No Expectations | No Regrets | Not Me | Nothing Safe | Numb | Observations | Obsession | Ode to Death | Optimistic | Paths | Patience | Perfect | Plea | Problems | Question | Rage | Rain | Recluse | Reminiscing | Resentment | Rewind | Rotten | Ruination
Observations
As I look out the cold, dank window
I can see the harsh, freezing wind blow
Praying for the sun to warm the day
It's not too hard with its golden rays
Feeling the coldness and wanting warmth
Leaves me with a sense of hope
Hope for a brighter, happier day
When all that's there is cold and dark grey
Looking inside myself the cold tries to rule
Forbidding any heat or warmness to show through
Hard to let the light begin to glow about
The coldness prefers to hang so loud
Wanting that shine and all it deserves
No longer to hide in the farthest reserves
Myself is like that window looking out to in
Too bad all I can see is no easy way to win
I look around at all of the other windows
Some cold, some dark, always to show
Everyone has their own little window for others to see
It's really sad that no one wants to see me
The hope, the anger, the hurt, and the pain
Behind all those windows that show rain
My own little window is such a conglomeration
One minute hope, the next death, always a configuration
I don't want to close my window with shutters to start
Because if I do, it means closing my own heart
Elisabeth Stover 1995