The Shades of Barred Windows

 

 

 

I will endure the volcanic eruption of my sorrow.

 

 

 

 

The burning lava and ash will make my barren land more fertile when my sadness subsides.

 

 

 

 

I will endure the infernal earthquake of the uprising of my grief.

 

 

 

 

Infernal earthquakes will create many fresh water lakes and natural dams.

 

 

 

 

I will endure the agonizing pain that tears my heart apart.

 

 

 

 

These cuts will reveal the new long-suffering heart beneath the old fragile one.

 

 

 

 

I will endure patiently my gradual death in my confinement and its indifferent walls.

 

 

 

 

The gradual death will lead my soul into another realm of a shining rebirth which no towering walls can enclose.

 

 

 

 

I will endure the shades of the barred windows of my confinement on its dreadful walls.

 

 

 

 

The dark shades will spark my imagination and make me feel absorbed into their ghostly, dramatic show.

 

 

 

 

I will endure the dead silence of my confinement.

 

 

 

 

My spiritual music will fill this silence with endless melodies and sweet tunes.

 

 

 

 

I will endure the wounds of my handcuffs around my wrists.

 

 

 

 

The wounds of my handcuffs will make me feel so proud of the new shape of my struggling hands.

 

 

 

 

I will endure the dim night of my confinement.

 

 

 

 

My spiritual light is able to break through the dark clouds of this world when its sun goes down.