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Written on Tuesday, June 24, 2008, 12:01 AM |
Staring at It I see my face Something is on the other side I felt Its presence However Faceless Voiceless Nevertheless It Exists I reach out my hand to touch It I feel nothing So near Yet So far My heart yearns for It But I cannot obtain It It is beyond my reach I pull my hand back to myself I pounded my fists upon the fragile glass that separates me from It The glass did not break Again and again To no avail I placed my back against the glass Tears flowing down my cheek Hot tears of frustration Sadness Uncontrollable Silently My hands on my face Hiding my tears From everyone The world I can only see myself Alone But I feel Its presence Comforting me Strengthening me I stopped crying I am going to be strong I stood up slowly The back of my hands wiping away my cold tears It encourages me It said, Everything To Its Time The waves of sadness within me Recedes a little The pain in my heart Lessens a little I lifted my eyes Towards the fragile glass The thin plane of glass That separates me from It My soul wants to reach to It Unable I placed my palms upon the glass My forehead against the cold glass My heart wishing and yearning To cross to the Other Side I felt a warmness against my palms It is not from the glass It is from It |