Glass Prison

I look out a dirty window,
And see a lonely place,
Then the window becomes a mirror,
And I see my ugly face.
I close my eyes trying to forget,
But all the memories remain,
And what haunts me are regrets,
And then I open my eyes again.
All these ghosts in my waking dreams,
All of them scary and crying,
Screaming at me to set them free,
But how can I free them if I'm dying?

I am trapped like they are,

Trapped in this dark misery,
I take my hands and press on the glass,
Like I hoped it would yield so that I may pass.
It stood there firm, cold, and grey,
I hoped I would not stay here another day,
So I beat and I pounded,
On this glass that blocked my way.
I beat harder and hard,
But it never cracked,
My fists started bleeding,
But what concern was that.
I had to get out,
I had to get away,
But I fainted,
I gave up and prayed.
Then like a flash,
God was there,
He picked me up,
And He stroked my hair.
He said, “Child,
All you ever had to do was call,
If you'd held onto me,
You wouldn’t fall.”
He gathered me up in His arms,
And He broke through the glass,
Air, fresh and pure,
Brushed my face at last.
And now I know I will never stray,
But in God’s arms I will always stay.