When you look through the window, what do you see? Do you see the darkness that clouds me? Can you see the nightmares that are quite alive even when I am awake?
When you look through the window, what do you hear? Can you hear the cries of my brothers that are no longer here? Can you hear the sound of the explosion that rings through my ears?
When you look through the window, what do you feel? Can you feel the vibrations of my heart thumping faster than a bass drum? Can you feel the pain that flows through my body faster than the oceans current?
When you look through the window will you accept the person that I have become? You might not understand what you see and you can not open my window, but what you can do is decorate it with patience and love. When the time is right, my window will open and you will be able to see me more clear.
© Tim Foster – 2015