Untangling the strings
of a mangled past.
Opening new doors
as we look through the glass.
You can see the fire
as it pops and crackles.
And a shine that shimmers
through shattered shackles.
Now peep through the keyhole,
for you're still only learning.
And see the atrocities
that made MY world stop turning.
Walk where I've walked,
See what I've seen,
Feel what I've felt,
In this beautiful tragedy.
