Windows – An Introspective Poem

The storms you’ve weathered
The mountains you’ve climbed
Demons, run from
Foes, faced
Your first full-bellied laugh
Your first heart-crushing blow
Every solid memory
And ethereal dream
The best of the best
The worst of the worst
To heaven, or hell
Pray tell-

Where do your windows lead, my dear?
And please, may I come in?



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