Windows

~ ~ ~

I am the thoughts in my head.

Healing the wounds of life.

Never being more than the less.

Always climbing to the sight.

I will not be the willow tree.

I will be me.

The narrowness of my window

leaves me with a view.

I can see just a bit of what 

the day has brought.

Knowing all too well

the moments that will follow.

No one know me like me.

I laugh at those who think they do.

I will fight to be 

for as long as I see the light.

~ JC ~

Thoughts on a rainy afternoon.

I woke up from my coma

almost eight years ago.

I look fine.

I am.

The windows of my mind,

not so much.