There is a Window

There is a Window

By

Lisa A.Williams

In my house

there is a window,

murky with doubt

and duty.

I know there is something

beyond the pane

so clear, revealing itself

to my half closed lids.

Fear filled years

to wipe it clean

and see beyond.

So tainted by debris,

the time consuming task seemed

endless

but I grew tired of dreaming

wishing to see

all that I had missed.

A rain of words-

some following a thunder

deluged,

I refused to sink-

and tasted truth,

seeing my reflection