Confrontation

I look through the window,
The window of thy wreck:
Wrinkles of loss, hiding a grin,
Glittering eyes, telling a myth,
Tears since time, you thought, doesn't exist.

A brave heart, conceiling a cause
Desire of spirit, drowning in chaos.
From mud and ash a blaze arises,
The storm is hitting it down.

A thundering thought smashing the glass,
The mirror is cracking apart,
The path is freed from the past.
Trusting I'm stepping forward.