Curtain

Ive been looking through a curtain,
My entire life,
Afraid to pull it back,
And stand free,
And not blinded.
Afraid to see what has been hidden,
From me,
For so long,
For this,
There must be a good reason.

How many horrors, there must be out there,
Things at which I darent stare.
How long have I been this protected,
Subjected to this innocence,
And when will I see everything,
The way it is.
When will I stand up,
And receive a kiss,
When will I stand alone,
Without others crowding me out,
So much pushing and shoving,
That I want to shout.

At what point do I see,
Life around me as it is,
Not as you want me to see...

At what point do I feel love,
Like the miracle it is,
And not as a shadow through a curtain?