The girl beside her window

She sits beside her window,
watching in the dark.
She stares beyond the hill,
but hides her dreadful mark.

She reaches for the scar,
feeling its intricate pattern.
Until beyond the hill,
appears a flickering lantern

She watches it toss and turn,
with the force and breath of the breeze.
While the owner strides, quick, up the hill,
with strength, power and ease.

He stops at the rushing river,
and lets the lantern swim.
To follow the water downstream,
with the help and blessing of the wind.

He leaves a note by the bank,
with his hat and velvet vest.
He slowly descends beneath,
he lets the currents caress.

Then suddenly he looks up,
the two meet, eye to eye.
The lantern flickers out,
and leaves the man to die.

She stands and gives a gasp,
a man died at her sight.
Her soul now torn in two,
she reaches for the light.

Her room now lit with warmth,
she smiles just a bit.
But reflections catch her eye,
she goes to flick the switch.

Fury fills her heart,
her reflection proved this true.
She smashes her well worn window,
in anger and hopelessness too.

Out the door and down the river,
her legs could taker her far.
But daunted her heart,
for this formidable scar.

For years she lived alone,
afraid to communicate.
yet she ran along the bank,
she felt that this was fate.

For her foot had entered the water,
the coolness touched her heart.
And she knew it was her time
that with her life she would part

As her head sunk slowly under,
she finally felt free.
From stress and hate and life,
this girl died with glee.

From above i sit and tell you this story,
from God's great heavenly sky.
And finally come to terms with the fact,
that the girl beside the window...
Was I.