Through the glass
Reminiscing
Things I've lost
Longing
Moments that have passed
Contemplating
How it did not last
Surely
Dwelling in the past
An honest look
Through the glass

She's there
She's always been there
Even when she’s not
She's there
At moments
She gets lost
Never too long
Until she's found
At times
She's an accident
Then the airbag that saves your life
A mistake
A lesson learned
Sometimes
She's a wake-up call
A definite reminder when the night falls
She's that notification waiting to ring!
She's there when sadness kicks in
She's there yearning to share happiness within
She's all that was and whatever will be
She's the past
She’s the future
Without darkness
There can be no light
And she is the light
She’s full of light
She's there…

Mornings rise
Enemies behind a face of disguise
Awakening calls
Standing still
Tick
Tock
Struck
Unfortunate downfalls
Alterations. . . None
The light dims
Mornings rise

Inside's a secret
Nobody knows
It cuts
It stabs
No scars to be shown

Once was a time
when the only escape
was holding onto
some concrete sedate
It gave some perception
The psyche turned to hate
So long as it helped pain alleviate

Till came the time
of ultimate surrender
A battle lost
to a deranged contender
When avoidance and denial
gave way to reality and peace
A newfangled manner
less passive aggressive defeats

From captivity to resurrection
In a river brimming
with aspirations and mutual beliefs

Still it cuts
Still it stabs
Still no scars to be shown
Inside's a secret no one will truly know...