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My Window (poem)

Updated on September 25, 2015

Come join me at my window my old friend

To gaze into a life that used to be

To sort out what is real from let’s pretend

Perhaps we’ll catch a glimpse of once was me

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How could a day be blessed with so much night

How could the world I knew become so real

How could I have been fooled to lose my sight

Now here I sit unsure of how I feel

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The music wasn’t always far away

As I recall this window saw it all

And now I’m blinded by its disarray

And where I walked I now learn how to crawl

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Who’d guess a window open to the sky

Would ever be the pain to make me cry

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      Kathleen Kerswig 22 months ago

      Getting still as we look out the "window" will always help us to hear that small inner voice within us. And that is the guidance that will lead us to solutions for our daily life challenges. Thank you for sharing. Blessings!

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      victor 22 months ago from India

      The expressions show longing for a open window which can bring the sunshine. Always the night can't prevail. This life moves with a cycle of light and darkness.

      Good thoughts you've shared.

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      Sunny River 22 months ago from A Place Without A Name which resides somewhere between Fantasy and Belief, just north of Reality

      Beautiful thoughts. I love the idea of looking back at the person you used to be, but this poem made my heart hurt with the sorrow it shows. Utterly moving. :)

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      Shauna L Bowling 22 months ago from Central Florida

      So sad when our faculties and dreams fade. At least he has his memories.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 22 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      With thoughts of the many windows I looked out to see someone walk away....

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