Windows to the Soul

There's an old woman who looks back through the mirror,

Her eyes darkened with sorrow and fears.

She's confused, she's concerned and she's weary.

Trying to be brave, as she fights off the tears.

Her life is not how she planned it,

And she wonders just where she went wrong.

Once there was happiness and love and friendship,

Now she wonders if she will ever feel strong.

But she's not ready to give up at the moment,

She's not all out of fight, this she knows.

Time is to short for dreaming and wishing.

She's making plans to move forward and grow.

Talking from the heart...

Just arrived home,

Dogs to greet me but you're not here.

Wondering and pondering,

Am I doing this right? Am I on the right track?

Is this just a big hole,

for all my resources, emotions, energy?

Where will it lead? Where will it end?

I looked where I shouldn't,

curiosity always kills that cat, does it not?

Now even more questions.

Never to be asked and not expecting honest answers.

"Every reply a different story,

Every answer a twisted truth!"

I'm tired of competing,

I'm too old to start again.

The cage has always been open.

I was scared you would fly away,

always wondered when.

Now I am worried your won't!

Can I cry now?

Can I cry now?

Will it help?

I can’t face this – not again!

I am not ready to lose you too.

Not this way. Not like this!

It’s not fair and it’s certainly not right.

And I know it’s unfair to expect you to fight.

To want you to fight – to need you to fight.

It’s not fair to force you to endure this,

Just for me!

Can I cry now – just this once?