The Window Sill- A poem about how quickly life can reverse
The Window Sill-Supportive Poem
I can't keep holding my breath
Cause every time my vision starts to blur
Comes a vision, and a voice to be heard
Cause what wasn't making sense; is now crystal clear
And the picture perfect world has become creased with stains
And with each new breath follows visions of pain
It's not about the tears that encased my cheeks
It's about the dreams that broke when I fell to my knees
Scars trace my skin from the times I fell
And walked the pearly gates of hell
Each vision a reminder, each blister of skin
Each an embrace of my life labeled sin
I watched out the window, and counted from ten
Looked at the past; All those times we think 'when'
When time seemed to make sense, til we drifted apart
And ripped down from my chest what remained of a heart
I won't let the wind carry my cries
Cause you're not worth the value of time
Cause the shades of the sky just changed
And I'm reminded it's a new day
The taste of each breath gives me new color
And each day is given a new tune
The chimes of a new beginning stretch the skies
Each step comes with a crease, each crease with a fall
Each step in a world, where feelings seem small
Yet they make us what we are; a pendulums pit
A falling of arms, a dream thats been split
So in the end just think, in the dash of the eye
The life that's consumed and eaten with lies
Cause what's been left behind; is forgotten and still
A dream left at the window sill.