"People throw rocks at things that shine." Her window was anything but transparent Residue and memories had embedded themselves Into the glass and scars marked the paneling
Chipped pieces of tape from 12 years before Grasped onto its surface because it no longer Had a picture of a childhood best friend To frame next to the sunshine and clouds
There was still an impression of her nine-year-old Hand print from when she watched her mother And father screaming in the yard and later Silently begged her mother not to leave as Car tires squealed on the road parallel to the window
Heat still radiated from when that boy took her Up against the curtains and glass as Another boy watched from the yard with A camera and no one told her 13 was too young
Streaks cascaded down in a mixture Of blues and grays that came from rainy Afternoons spent weeping over the loss of Her never failing God who had left her stranded Far too many times, especially when it came To the boy who left her when she lost a baby At the age of 14 without telling her Until she had already left the clinic
The locks and springs were broken by the time She was 16 from almost leaving her drunken Father practically in a comatose state On the couch they had found on the side of a road
By the time she was 17, the once Reflective glass was obscured by the firth From her life lived in a multitude of change