My Windows

There is a lot of pain in my eyes today
They say
As they peek into the windows of my soul
The pain that comes from loving
And losing
And living to die
And wanting to live
What more, I ask
Can I freely give of myself?
When I have nothing
Not even a heart to beat
Or air to breathe
I cannot breathe
I gave my air, in Love
And it was not returned
Now there is only sadness
Sadness that decorates this empty shell
This shell that used to be a home
Am I not myself?
Still the sad, lonely child dreaming . . .
Dreams of Love, Dreams of security
Weeping has become the praise
Bouncing off the walls of my Temple
When did it become more than a prayer?
And I the sad Child of the Light weeping
Weeping for even the joyful
Fragile in knowing so much
Burdened by fear of nothingness
As they gaze upon the colors of my soul
And tell me that it is a beautiful canvas
Painted with vibrancy and temperament
I can merely cry tears that spill forth
Sparkling pure, gentle drops of my heart
Expunged to join the pains unnoticed

by RayneSong
posted on 05/02/2008