Dark Windows

Learning how to take care of myself, my childhood.

Self controlling my every move, a teenager.

Searching for a way out, a young adult.

Arming myself for life through books, an adult.

Trusting someone enough to live with them, a newlywed.

Mending a broken heart because of disconnect, a wife.

Forgiving those who stole my trust, a mother.

Understanding those young parents who raised me, a woman.

Here I am, when does the education stop? Where’s that happy ending?

Around every corner a lesson to be learned.

Life’s seriousness never ends.

A place to relax, a shoulder for trust, to hold on longer is asking too much.

A lifetime of breathing through prayer, seems not enough.


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