Poem: Give Me Windows

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Give Me Windows

Give me windows.
Give me light.

Let me see
what is inside.

The details.
The things unnoticed.

The dark places
I would rather keep hidden.

Give me windows.
Give me light.

Let me burn the dark.
build a funeral pire and sing.

Not dirges.
There have been dirges enough.

Battle hymns perhaps,
or dance music, a celebration for today’s demon.

For the death of one more, and his burning.
For the light. The heat. For the pushing back of winter.

Give me windows.
Give me light.

Bring sight
to my one eyed soul.

Show me my prison
has no bars. No teeth.

No power
beyond what I allow.

Show me
what lies beyond

By unveiling
what is within.

Give me windows.
Give me light.

About this poem

The solution to everything lies within. Hard as that is to accept sometimes, it is, I believe, true.

The picture was taken at Mass MOCA, an exhibit by Elizabeth King.

Tom

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