Jan 2016
I’m looking, for what?
I do not know. Maybe answers to the questions, I’ve asked you so long ago. Maybe a little hope or maybe a little love.
Or maybe a sign that can help me cope.
Maybe I need a little time to find myself.
So as I stare at my reflection all day, understand I’m looking for a stairway, to lead me to a world far away from all my fears.
Understand this is my window, looking upon my Manhattan view.
I know it’s not the same as the glass square in the wall but this is my window to a world where I no longer have battle scars.
I’m doing as you told, find the answers inside myself.
I know this isn’t what you meant but if it helps, it is.
In my darkened eyes, I see a world where flowers glow at night and the sun is golden and rain cloud drift far away, taking all my sorrow and pain.
So please understand, that I am ok, I’m just looking in a window, to a world where my darkness seems to hide away.
I’m finding the answers, inside myself, through the girl who has been diagnosed with cancers, the cancers of hating herself.
Understand, my eyes are the door to my soul that I’m searching for any remaining light that might glow.
So please don’t feel bad that this is my window, you see?
This is my safety and aren’t I lucky, that I found this inside of me?
You would be amazed that in this pit of darkness, you find hope, a tad bit helpless. Look into my eyes, like I do, and you will go to a world far away from the busy streets that run below.
They are not a window or a mirror, even though both are the same; each taking us into a world where fears hide away in coat pockets and behind the eyes of the innocent.
Sjr// 10:34
I do not know. Maybe answers to the questions, I’ve asked you so long ago. Maybe a little hope or maybe a little love.
Or maybe a sign that can help me cope.
Maybe I need a little time to find myself.
So as I stare at my reflection all day, understand I’m looking for a stairway, to lead me to a world far away from all my fears.
Understand this is my window, looking upon my Manhattan view.
I know it’s not the same as the glass square in the wall but this is my window to a world where I no longer have battle scars.
I’m doing as you told, find the answers inside myself.
I know this isn’t what you meant but if it helps, it is.
In my darkened eyes, I see a world where flowers glow at night and the sun is golden and rain cloud drift far away, taking all my sorrow and pain.
So please understand, that I am ok, I’m just looking in a window, to a world where my darkness seems to hide away.
I’m finding the answers, inside myself, through the girl who has been diagnosed with cancers, the cancers of hating herself.
Understand, my eyes are the door to my soul that I’m searching for any remaining light that might glow.
So please don’t feel bad that this is my window, you see?
This is my safety and aren’t I lucky, that I found this inside of me?
You would be amazed that in this pit of darkness, you find hope, a tad bit helpless. Look into my eyes, like I do, and you will go to a world far away from the busy streets that run below.
They are not a window or a mirror, even though both are the same; each taking us into a world where fears hide away in coat pockets and behind the eyes of the innocent.
Sjr// 10:34
