As I grew in the night – A poem by Joleen Bridges

By | February 4, 2013

seeing through glass darklyAs I grew in the night

I saw many things

I put up my hand

Now I can choose what I wish to see

 

As I grew up in the night

I saw many things

I put up a veil

Now I can choose, from what I did not hide

 

As I grew up in the nightwomen in the window

I saw many things

I put up a wall with a window

Not I can choose, from my window view

 

 

As I grew up in the night

I saw many things

I closed my window

Now I can choose, from what’s left inside

 

prison past roomI grew up in the night

I saw the things I selected from the past

I sat down with my choices

Now I cannot chose, but I know what to expect

 

As I grew up in the night

I closed my eyes

For the world that I chose

Does not please me this night

 

As I grew up in the night

I dreamed

I climbed out of the window

I forgot where I started

 

what can we seeAs I grew up in the night

I saw many things

I embraced them all – all is for me?

Now I choose – infinitely


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