Wicked Windows
Through Wicked Windows: Reflections of Life's Harsh Realities
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I review my past through wicked windows
I reflect on my past experiences through distorted or challenging perspectives.
Framed in silver
These reflections are presented as images, framed in silver and protected by toughened glass.
And hung in toughened glass, upon my face,
These images are displayed on my face, surrounding and covering it.
Around and over.
The memories are both around and over, suggesting their all-encompassing nature.
Now and then: memories of men who loved me.
Recollections of men who loved me, with no stolen kisses matching their intense dedication.
No stolen kiss - could match their march on hot coals for me.
No fleeting romantic gestures compare to the sacrifices these men made for me.
I have walked a line both faint and narrow, hard to follow.
Having experienced a difficult and narrow path, hard to follow.
Caught up in circumstance.
Caught up in circumstances beyond my control.
Harsh truth for history to mellow.
The harsh truth that history may soften over time.
Through my eyes: loyalties and obligation
Viewing loyalties and obligations through my eyes, magnified in significance.
magnified.
Obedience is considered the superior quality.
Obedience: the better fellow.
Implying a preference for conformity and compliance.
Better not remember me.
Suggesting a desire not to be remembered.
Don't miss my passing.
Expressing indifference to being missed or remembered.
Fierce winter fails to ruffle my icy sleep.
Undisturbed by the harshness of winter, implying a cold emotional state.
We never quite vanish.
Asserting that individuals never completely disappear.
No wet soft surrender.
No surrendering to soft emotions or vulnerability.
Still waiting: bad blood running in close families.
Waiting for unresolved conflicts in close families.
I laughed like any child
Recalling laughter despite a troubled past.
Although you might find that strange
Acknowledging that laughter may seem unusual given the circumstances.
And Christmas was my favourite holiday.
Christmas held special significance as a favorite holiday.
Christmas was my favourite holiday.
Reiterating the importance of Christmas as a cherished holiday.
I am not alone in seeing the world through wicked windows
Others share the experience of viewing the world through challenging perspectives.
While others hide likewise behind this vulnerable squinting.
People hide behind vulnerable expressions, squinting to shield themselves.
It's in the stare: it's in the silent scrutinizing.
The intensity of scrutiny is evident in the stare, with no more attempts at disguising.
Strip you bare: I offer you no more disguising.
Stripping away pretenses, offering no more deception.
Better not remember me.
Expressing a desire not to be remembered.
Don't miss my passing.
Reiterating the lack of concern about being missed or remembered.
Fierce winter fails to ruffle my icy sleep.
Remaining unaffected by harsh circumstances or emotional numbness.
We never quite vanish.
Asserting that individuals never completely disappear.
No wet soft surrender.
No surrendering to soft emotions or vulnerability.
Same bad blood running in new families.
Highlighting the persistence of unresolved conflicts in new generations.
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