Monday, October 24, 2011

i can almost see them

doors close, one upon another.
there is no going back.
i don't want to.

time will tell if it was wasted.
or if simply more character needed to be built.

i will not see you and you and you again.
but, thank you.

i await the windows.
pain forming panes that fly open,
sunshine and glory streaming through.

answers. freedom. purpose. life.

the little birds are leaving.
the owls will come.
i can almost see them.


  1. I love this beautiful poem! Thank you for sharing!

  2. oh graciel, this is breathtaking.
    pain forming panes that fly open...gorgeous.
    i don't think that it's ever wasted, we always learn something.
    those owls will come. and they will be beautiful.


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