The past and present seem to have the same hold me. Just when I think everything is going to be alright, I am right back were I started--UNSURE ABOUT MYSELF!!

Stained Reflection

Stained glass window
Reflecting thru my eyes
A window which
I hide behind
Deep down inside
Holds a lot of misery
Flashbacks from the past
So much history
Trying to forget
My mind just plays
Always wanting to
Wish them away
Wishes don’t happen
Few dreams come true
Reflecting these colors
Not knowing what to do
Stained glass window streaks
As the rain pours down
Sort of like my soul
Chained and bound
If only my reflection
Could be perfectly clear
Then maybe in my life
I would have nothing to fear
Just when the rain stops
My heart begins to feel
The soul sails free
It’s time to heal
Rain falling once again
Reflection is unclear
Torrential down pour
Is all that I hear
Now I am drowning
Suffocating once again
Not perceptive of what life should be
Not knowing who I am