Cracked Windows and Brave Souls

It’s in the eyes.
Windows to the soul.
Cracked,
Chipped,
Awash in the far too much.

Darkened windows
For a darkened soul.
Or more,
A darkened soul
Created by broken windows.
Windows crack
Against the forceful impact
Of stone on glass violence.

He tries to wash them clean.
Has tried everything
From bleach to ammonia
To mustard gas.
He manages
Only to further blind himself.

He won’t close them.
Won’t look away;
Just keeps staring.
Even half blind
He’d rather face the world
With one seeing eye.
It’s better,
He tells himself,
Than giving over to the dark.

And it’s dark, y’all.
But that dim shimmer of bright
Promises light.
And that
Is enough
To give him reason to keep the fight.

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About Z.

Poetic pipe and cigar enthusiast rifling through the haunted memories of a not so distant past while openly wrestling with faith and God. A rambling writer with the misguided notion that he has something to say. His only redeeming qualities are his wife and children.
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9 Responses to Cracked Windows and Brave Souls

  1. Neha Jain says:

    WOW you are amazing!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Powerful words all the way through, but especially these:
    “Even half blind
    He’d rather face the world
    With one seeing eye.
    It’s better,
    He tells himself,
    Than giving over to the dark.”

    I’m so glad I saw your posts tonight!

    Liked by 1 person

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