The knock on My life’s window

You knocked on the window of my life,

In a time when our worlds were filled with strife.

I thought there was nothing left but void,

That this sorrow had no end, just a painful tide.

 

Your world had burned down to its core,

There was no place left, yet I stayed for more.

A thousand ways I tried to light,

The world you kept hidden from sight.

 

But you refused, watched your castle fall,

If I'd known I'd burn by it all,

I would've closed my heart, left you alone,

If I'd known darkness wouldn't be overthrown.

 

Maybe it was wrong to say, "pull yourself together,"

So, I wouldn’t have to face this stormy weather.

Maybe it was harsh to cover your dreams,

With my nightmares and silent screams.

 

Do you really want to promise when we're in this state?

Do you think you can turn mud into something great?

I won't lie, it feels beyond control,

Each day I must choose a different role,

So as not to hurt your fragile pride,

So, the last star in your sky won’t hide.

 

You knocked on the tear-streaked window of my life,

Made me see tears must give way to light.

Sometimes you thought you were divine,

Sometimes you felt life was an empty line.

 

You let me come as close as I could,

Maybe it was just a dream misunderstood.

But you played your role too well,

A swinging, unstable bell.

 

Put your finger on the trigger, aim where it aches,

Destroy every memory, all that it takes.

Sometimes you want to know me,

Then you want my name to flee,

Sometimes you want to wake from this dream,

Then you wish for a godly gleam.

 

You're not the first or last to feel this pain,

Who cuts short their time in life's domain.

But I let myself burn for you at the stake,

Only to find a farewell note, a bitter mistake.

 

Do you really want to plan when you're this unsure,

When every step feels like a leap obscure,

As if you’re often insecure.

 

Maybe it's wrong to say you should be whole,

Maybe it’s your mind’s deceptive goal.

Maybe it's foolish to say, "act so I can love,"

Maybe we all need less judgment from above.

 

The night you decided it would end,

To jump under that train, not bend.

That moment you realized you wouldn’t,

That you didn’t want to die, you shouldn't.

 

Was it a miracle or just waking from shame?

Was it pain or guilt that made you reclaim

This place, this moment not new,

The pain you spoke of, well-known to you.

 

All those grand words you said,

All those deeds of bravery,

After which you drowned in dread.

None of us without blame,

But soberly, it was cowardice that you overcame.

 

And if I am to look at you anew,

If I am to see you through and through,

We must admit you ruined it all,

We must forget yet remember the fall.

 

You knocked on the window of my worst day,

And brought the sun to light my way.

Maybe we woke from a nightmare so tough,

Maybe my world’s dryness was enough.

 

But you asked for help with humility,

And I stay even at midnight's futility.

Maybe it’s harsh to hold your heart so near,

Maybe you don’t see what fate holds dear.

But I’ll try to mend,

All that you’ve broken,

And I’ll try to heal,

The heart left unspoken.