I look through my window
What do I see?
A young boy frail with fear,
old enough to witness horror,
yet too young to understand.
His eyes wide but vacant,
blinded by the traumas they have seen.
His innocence ripped away from him,
stolen,
never to be reclaimed.
His tear-stained face glistens
in the fading moonlight,
which disappears behind the clouds
that storm upon him,
drowning his cries,
his heart,
his hope.
I look through my window
What do I see?
A tight-lipped youth
crawling through the carnage of his past.
His tears have dried
No more does he cry.
He pretends he is strong
He pretends he is fearless.
But inside he is torn
His flesh scarred and bleeding in pain.
As soft as marshmallow,
waiting for the flame of hatred in his heart
to melt him to the ground.
He hides in the depths of his soul,
wishing for a light to shine down on him from above,
to light his world
and to free him from the darkness of his private hell.
I look through the window
What do I see?
I see not a young boy
cowering in fear.
I see not a desparate youth
gasping for every breath,
clinging to the scraps life has thrown him.
I see a man.
A man of strength
A man of wisdom
A man who knows the value of life,
of beauty,
of love,
of peace.
A man who believes in the purity of his heart,
in his hopes
and in his dreams.
This man stands tall.
He is stronger than the fiercest storm
He is brighter than the darkest night.
His pain,
His fear,
they all dissolve
For he discovers that
deep within his darkened soul
is a light,
A light which brings warmth and love to his world.
Like a candle starved of air,
this light has struggled to survive
through his tears,
his pain,
his fear.
But this light shines on.
His light shines on.
I look through the window
What do I see?
I see Theo,
A man.
Shine on :-)
