The Crimson Window

The window to my soul seems darker now,

Transparency is clouded by crimson blues,

Like stained glass tempered to withstand the blows,

I can see only my life through this disillusion.

The darkness is thick except for these colored rays

Lost, but I’m searching, from here, will I ever find my way?

Cold and alone, in this prison of my own, calm and still.

Like a kiss from above, the blue sunshine warms my face.

Perhaps I am the darkness that the sun longs to reclaim

My heart is the cage, and this prison is its frame.

Can a being, such as me, ever find their saving grace?