Windows..............To a person on Red Bubble


Glimpses of your troubled soul, silent pain and unspilled tears
etched deep with-in the hazel you
wear a mask, show a smile hang curtains on the glass but
they fall to reveal the sorrow inside, you trusted, loved, but it was hurled back in your face
you gave your willing heart only to have it trampled and torn.
Emotional instict takes hold. A cold hard shield wraps around your wounded heart a defensive barrier,
no more hurt, but icy steel does not allow for healing
unyielding bars imprison not deliver
no light shines through a solid stoney wall.
Only a higher love can heal the hurt, set you free
shine the light

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