a child paces in the dusty dark room
shades provide her with protection
for no one can see her eyes
and a scarf hides her chapped lips
i was only given a
window in which to live on
to take a step outside
would certainly settle life
but with no certain vision of tomorrow
i can't presume a hopeful prediction
when all i have to
sum up with is uncertainty
and i cannot fathom why
my mind won't wrap around this
so i must conclude that it is i who
is the guilty one for the mistakes
for who can i blame when
the only one here is my reflection?
i wish i could break this window
because even as i see the outside world,
i see me in this
God-forsaken prison of Doubt
i have so many answers,
but never the right key to get out
and it appears that the window
has been painted shut
i'm a lifeless being in need of
Passion.
Love.
Laughter.
Light.
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